It’s like running down an endless hallway
Dark and all alone.
Like swimming in the Arctic Ocean
With weights pulling you down.
It’s pain in your very core
that screams to find escape.
Like trudging through the deepest snow
For miles in the cold.
It’s crying for no reason
And sleeping all the time.
Like digging a hole for hours on end
But not even making a dent.
It’s wishing you could disappear
And leave this painful world.
Like being tortured in the cruelest manner
Without a hope of being free.
It’s an uphill battle every day
That wears you weary, thin.
Like having words and words to say
But being forced to hold it in.
No one seems to understand,
But that’s because they simply can’t.
Faith Osborn 