I watch, as the spiral internalizes control
Dragging me down, into the deep, dark, hole
Crawling, scratching, screaming in tears
Strangled by desolate darkness, with no company other than my fears

Tossed into the harsh realities of life,
I endure constant sleepless nights
Perpetually exhausted and unable to focus
My insecurities are intense, so I swallow the toxins of the lotus

Empathetic to a fault, concealing my feelings in a bottle
Opening up is a nightmare, so I write my feelings out like a novel

I exist solely for...