I don't know why I'd think I was dead,
but these horrible thoughts are stuck in my head.
Like a giant whirlpool of black and despair,
sometimes I feel as I'm not even there.
These dark horrid thoughts sit and swell in my soul,
now they're a part of me as they've taken my role.
With a slam of my fist I soon fall asleep,
like a hole I want out of but it's way far too deep.
I'm caught in a web and I'm way too confused,
the more I try to get out, the more I'm scratched and I'm bruised.
Though I try to struggle, I scream and I shout,
I still never seem...to find a way out.
