Trapped Within Me

It feels like the darkness has a hold on me, I want to be free. I want to see the happiness within me. Yet, more I slip away, more my mind starts to controll. The fire burns slow in my soul. It feels as if I'm screaming for help,but no one understands. When I jump,where will I land? Where will I go after I die,why no one cares when I cry? Where are you God when I need you? These questions I ask because I beleave in you. If I cut my wrist will I bleed? Will I succeed in my hunger to feed my soul the pain it needs? Iam a prisoner of misery, every good thought is history.