One

Every day is the same.
Another despair-filled game
Waiting to test me,
Waiting to see how far
I can bend before I break.

I force muddy air from my lungs,
Filling the sky with silent screams.
Calling for help in a bitter world
That refuses to understand
The pain I'm in.

Black thoughts strangle the light,

Drowning out my hopes and dreams.
My emotions flee into the night,
And I'm left as an empty shell
In this everlasting hell.