The hole is getting deeper
And I'm falling in.

The depression,
The hopelessness,

Are wolves circling,
Waiting to begin.

The sand is getting higher,
And I'm choking on it.

The silence,
The darkness,

Pulling me deeper
Into this suffocating pit.

My fingers are bleeding
From how I tried to crawl.

I yearn,
I reach desperately,

Escape eludes me still,
I fear I will drown after all.