Cobwebs

The tangled cobwebs in my lonely soul floating lost in a corner of my mind where fear of loosing, never loving is a death in itself.

Depression creeping in making my life whirl in the confusion of what is real, what can I hold onto in search for inner peace.

Grasping, clawing, crying out inside where no one can hear my silent scream of loss, echoing inside of me as my heart beats, a living death.

Closing myself away from all living things, for I suffocate breathing the same air as the living, for my mind can find no reason to breathe.

Turning in circles, spinning, out of control as my soul bleeds, my tears fall, hot, burning my skin, I welcome the pain.

Falling to my knees, tearing my hair, searching my mind for a reason, for there must be a reason there, somewhere, if I can just think.

Alone, no one hears, no one to touch, crying, my heart broken, my spirit beaten, I cry, cry so hard I can not breathe.

Turn off the cobwebs, for I can not think about these things anymore for fear that I will again be swallowed, I am not strong enough for this yet.