Hysteria

Sitting alone in my room,
Staring at my hideous pink wall,
Listening to the screaming silence,
Feeling the room become small,

Drown myself in my miseries,
Knowing all to well,
This is what drives me off the cliff,
Down into a breathing hell,

Looking at photographs,
My heavy heart begins to erupt,
Eyes start to fill with tears,
For everything I touch becomes corrupt,

I notice I've curled into a ball,
Bringing hysteria to another level,
While I endure my heart being scooped out,
For, Look at me an advocate for the devil,

Turn the radio on,
To cease the ear-piercing stillness,
My heart takes another plunge,
I've come to complete distress,

Everything I do,
Reminds me of someone,
And when they use to care,
Though it's because of me they run,

The room becomes suffocating,
I've intoxicated myself with fears,
I've been driven off the edge,
So now, I wallow in my tears,

Drown myself in my miseries,
Knowing all to well,
This is what drives me off the cliff,
Down into a breathing hell,