Where do I go when I feel like I’m stuck in my own personal living hell?
Tired of lying saying everything is well!
Yes it’s all great and it’s all swell!

Hoping people could look at me and tell!
Like I’m locked up inside my own mind’s jail cell!
Doesn’t matter my soul I will never sell!

Sometimes I’ve come close to wanting to ring death’s bell!
Not the person I used to be but am I just an empty shell?
Almost as if I’ve been cursed under someone else’s spell!

A mind that often has wandered into that darkest of places!
Have to try to cover all of my bases!
Oh I guess now we’re off to the races!

That darkness it feels like me it forever chases!
Sure I’ll be told I’m just going through life’s phases!
What’s left when I can’t even recognize mine or anyone else’s faces?
© BDawg90