This world is like a black hole,
Constantly sucking me in,
Dragging me to deeper and deeper levels
Of pain, lonliness, and despair.
There is no escape,
I must continue on, suffereing,
There is one way out,
Suicide,
Yet that would be to give up
And let the world win.
So I continue on in this torment.
Awaiting my next ailment,
The next stab in the back
Or twist of the knife.
As I die another death,
On this journey, my life.
When will I run out,
And this road of torment come to an end?