I tried calling out your name,
yet my words seem unable to reach you.
This suffocating darkness claws at my throat
and makes my voice silent.
"what's the use?" I ask myself.
The question echoes back over and over,
reverberating off the walls of my mind.
Even if these thoughts reached you,
would you be able to understand?
Could you accept me as I am?
The darkness continually mocks me,
and smothers the fire of honesty
that was burning deep within.
Letting the truth die out,
I find myself drowning in a sea of numbing agony,
unable to swim back to shore,
giving it all up
before having began.