Shadowy gloom silences the air,
Every breadth I take echoes my despair.
A heightened sensitivity to anguish and defeat,
Everything seems terribly cynical and dismally incomplete.
Not wanting to live anymore is a heartbreak away,
And this bleeding heart makes me an easy prey.
My bones grow numb and my heart goes still,
Every panic attack I get, has a tendency to kill.
All I see is a jumble of hasty steps that I can’t retrace,
And vile memories that can never be erased.
Every figment of existence burns me alive,
Heaven knows I’d rather die than try to survive.