Spiralling down to the pits of despair,
Knowing full well what awaits me down there,
Nothing but sadness, depression and tears,
And that vanishing point where all hope disappears,
Into the black hole of fear and regret,
Where heart-breaking memories you cannot forget
Won’t let you be happy or let you feel pride,
And distort all the feeling that twist your insides,
And though I try to avoid it, each way that I turn,
Seems to offer no comfort, just more cause for concern,
And I don’t know the reason, it’s crazy I know,
I just wake up in the morning feeling so low,
Thinking about life, analysing my dreams,
And wondering if death is as bad as it seems,
Or is it just sleeping, never to wake?
No more disappointments and no more mistakes,
I’m not suicidal; I don’t want to die,
I’m just fed up with feeling as though I could cry,
And not knowing the reason, or if anyone cares,
That I’m spiralling into the pit of despair,
Inside I’m in turmoil, with indecision and doubt,
I feel like I’m screaming, but no sound will come out,
I’m begging for help but nobody can tell,
The pits of despair and the gateway to Hell,
And those gates are wide open, inviting me in,
And I’m stuck in a game that I know I can’t win,
I can’t even break even because the game isn’t fair,
So I’m spiralling down to the pits of despair.

By S.E.Ralph

24-1-2017