The next thing I know
I'm lost
Scratching incessantly

It hurts
You know?
My mind bleeds

Overwhelmed with guilt and despair
Is there something at the end of the tunnel
Sounds clichéd

But I want to relay my inner workings
Fancy words don't get that across
Informality is the speech of today

Yet I still fail
It's miserable
Who cares?

Poetry is meant to portray
I already have...