~This Is Hell~

I am standing on the ledge of such pain,
such misery....
I can neither pull away or jump in
but can only teeter there like a fool.
Then when I think it can't get any worse
staring at the dark, ugly shape that is my heart's enemy,
it comes at me...
So mean, so big-
It wraps its strong,fat arms around my body in a bone-crushing hug...
Please, let go, I beg....I can't breathe.
I can't inhale or exhale.
All I can do is let the pain envelop
and mold my body to its body.
And my air supply is being sucked out of my lungs by its greedy mouth.
My ribs are breaking,
sticking into my heart
as they splinter
under the pressure...
Then like a kiss
the pain presses onto my lips...
Its a kiss of poison.
It tastes spoiled and rotten,like hatred I would guess...
...Or maybe like misery.
Then comes the rain as the sky becomes crowded with black clouds.
Big, wet drops of rain hit hard then slither down my body
but do nothing to loosen pain's grip.
Aching, wet and now feeling doom emanating from this monsters lips,
I look around for help.
I need someone, anyone to give me even a breath of hope.
No one is here.
I give in.
I don't know how to hope...
It feels like I am trying to breathe through water when I try to feel it.
I want to simply lay down and die.
Literally die.
Let this pain take my breath,
Allow the misery to suck the life from my soul
and take me to wherever it is that people go
after they escape hell...


July 10, 2011

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