i feel like there’s a special level of hell made just for me
no amount of perceived righteousness or redemption will ever save me
i cry and gasp and sob, holding out a desperate hand
but no one grabs it
they see me drowning in a black pit of nothing, a void of feeling and not feeling, pain and apathy
they watch, they say they are there
but they are too scared to grab my hand, they won’t dare to
they’re too afraid they’ll be dragged in
they watch me writhe in my sin and despair
i will drown in that void one day, i know
i’m just waiting until then
darkness filling my lungs as i sink, and spewing out of my mouth as i float
my nails are bloodied and torn from the scratching and clawing and pure desperation, i just want out
but i guess ill wait until then