How does it feel to be falling
Down, down, down
Into the deep dark abyss?
Never ending,
Rarely slowing,
Always lengthening

On the sides are ropes,
Belts,
Even scarves to help me get out

The cruelest way is people
They hold their hands out,
Ready to be grabbed
The moment you're ready for their help
They withdraw their hand,
Never to be seen again

Down, down, down
Into the deep dark abyss
This hole with an absence of color is my life
I have been consumed and trapped

Sometimes I look at the walls
There's sometimes helpful items
But others I just cant figure out

Guns?
Knives?
Even broken glass,
I wonder why
Could I be arming myself for something?
Perhaps the war on my sanity

I looked into the glass and saw someone
I did not recognize it as me
I saw a smile stretched across my lips
It even showed in my eyes
I gripped the image tight in my hands
The glass only broke more
It shredded parts of my hand

Bleeding, I continued falling
Into the deep, deep, deep
Dark abyss

Mysterious bottles of pills are on shelves
Perhaps if I get sick
Why else would I need them?

Light?
I see something shining
At the bottom
I drop the glass

I take one last look at the guns
Scarves
Belts
Glass
Ropes
Pills
People

I have become the image
Happy, smiling, grateful
I take one last look at the darkness above me
I plunge into the light