feelings of hopelessness and thoughts of suicide
flood into my consciousness
an unrelenting torrent of dread fills every crevice
of the dark hollow cavern that is my mind

there is no way out
every direction i look turns into a dead end
king midas of death, my mind is my bed
made it up and now i lie in it

every path leads nowhere good
two paths diverged in a dreary wood
and i took neither, frozen in place
waiting for the inevitable

thoughts of hope
haha just kidding...
...unless?