When does it all get a bit too much?
Confined within those tall dark walls,
Your demons strangling the light inside of you from painting them pink,
Do the voices inside your head keep you up at night too?

When does it all get a bit too much?
Is it when you're stranded by the shore
with nowhere to go?
Is it when you're curled up in a ball in a puddle of your tears,
Gasping for breath as you squint your eyes shut hoping for the world to end with you in it?

Can you feel the sharp pain piercing through your heart?
Can you see your light turning away from you,
Becoming so distant that you can barely recognise it?
Paralyzing, the fear of losing it forever,

Do you miss feeling the darkness that it brought with itself?
With a warmth of it's solicitude that lured you in?
The coldness that followed it's departure,
But it's the lost feeling of comfort that makes you feel empty inside, isn't it?

The silence amongst all the chaos that made you feel peaceful,
The light that blinded your demons, burnt them to ashes,
How far can you run behind it?
Soft, sore feet, trembling those bloody, bruised knuckles,

Now you lay in the abyssal depths, drowning,
Gasping for air as you try to come up,
But it's dark, rotten fingers clench your feet,
Dragging you down, deeper inside,

You could feel it all bubble up inside you,
The rage, your heart racing with it,
Threw your hands and feet inside the depths of your darkness,
All you could hear was the numbing silence of nothingness,

And there it was, for a moment of stillness,
Fading those voices, a feeling of calmness washed over you,
That's when you shut your eyes, one last time,
That's when you let go.

~ vishakha 🍂