The pain seeps deep into my bones The sharp nails scratch at my mind Taunting me Torturing me I don’t even understand what I can’t escape My soul screams Who have I become? Why am I here? Am I truly real? Or is this all just an illusion I will never be able to awaken from I shake and try to piece things together But everytime my mind sinks in too deep, my lungs begin to suffocate And my hands start to sweat How I hate being left to myself, it seems I can never be alone to think I’m exhausted Make. It. Stop.
I’m not sure if this even makes sense to anyone, but right now this makes perfect sense to me.