I

Falling down a deep, dark hole.

Never have I spent so much time alone.

Gloomy days and sleepless nights.

Kept awake by monsters giving me frights.

So much to think about and overthink.

My thoughts have pushed me to the brink.

II

My problems are nothing compared to yours,

or so I have made myself believe.

So I sit crying on the floor,

until I cannot breathe.

The world is a mess,

but I’m stuck in my head.

Suffocated by my own thoughts,

feeling so trapped in this wrath,

that I have created.

III

I dream of a world,

dry and barren.

Nothing to touch, nothing to feel,

no regrets, no hopes and no sadness,

no joy either, and no excitement.

It may sound boring to you,

but to me, it’s a paradise.

Numb.

IV

Noise.

Back to the real world.

Out of the confines of my mind.

I hear the dishes being washed,

and my grandmother singing a song.

Back to reality.

I try to breathe.

I feel dizzy.

I want to feel numb,

again.