That's what it's called.
The way to an easy hell
Walking the road
Staring behind
I know I just need to
Make up my mind.
Fear chokes me
Fear binds me
I struggle feebly
Not having the strength
to break free
To my knee's I fall
to the sky I weep
"Please free me from
what's inside of me."
I don't know when
I don't know how
But it grabbed hold
inside of me
It was small
only so small
But I left it unchecked
a seed grows with care
a weed grows despite it
chocking out my light
dragging me down to the ground,
I give way
only to pray
to fight with all i have left
"help me, I can't do it on my own
I need more than I have.
I will try to lift this burden alone
but i fear i shall fail, inside."
I cry and pray
and pray and cry
my body begins to despair
but I try again, and again, and again
I know somebody is there
for as long as I can
I kneel in that spot
wetting the ground around me
I feel the darkness creeping in
pushing at my small defenses
I know this is it
this is the end
unless I get some help
with a new burst of pray
I cry desperately
"please, please answer."
It will happen
I know it will
so I sit and listen and ponder
to my feelings from which
I try to hide,
to find which one is the bother.