I open my eyes to a black room, i'm back.
I haven't been here in a while,
Unsurprisingly.
The many options of death are here,
The hate I have is here,
My anger is here,
But most importantly,
My sadness is here.
I've gone mad,
I've been swallowed by my constant madness.
It's not surprising if I'm completely honest with you.
I hate being here,
I've been here twice,
Mainly when life becomes too hard to handle.
I'm loosing my small chunk of sanity,
My patience for hope.
Everything and anything is gone,
And will remain in here.
I want to get out.
I need to get out.
But it's not happening.
I've reached my breaking point.
This isn't good.
When my brain compels me to be here,
I've hit rock bottom.
This stage of my life has died.
I'm no longer the same after being here,
Things either get better,
Or worse.
School, shit.
That's why I'm here.
I'll be a new person when I'm back there,
Maybe that's not so bad.
You're probably wondering where I am,
And I couldn't tell you.
I don't know where I am,
But I hate it here.
All I can tell you is that it's dark.
it's so dark in here.
If you think you've been sad before entering here would kill you.
it's so dark in here,
so dark that i'm trapped.
