It’s drowning--
thrashing around in a cold, dark sea,
with no hope whatsoever of survival;
gasping for breath until the waves finally
invade your choking lungs and drag you
down to the ocean floor, to wither away and
rot, never to be found again.

Like being ****** into a black hole,
a vortex of the unknown,
constantly wondering whether you’ll ever
return to the safety of home, or if maybe
you’re already dead, lost in this black abyss,
a never-ending hell of confusion,
an eternal maze of nightmares and heartbreak.

It’s wandering through life,
a hollow body whose heart and soul have been
ripped out by the cruel, cold hands
of a violent world we helped create;
it’s being murdered by the one person
you thought you could always trust:
yourself.