Its a dark and suspicious gloom, Always glaring
like a strangers eyes in a crowded room,
A feeling creeping up on you like a bone chilling winter breeze , The lungs feel like heavy icy blocks,
Leaving you with no oxygen to breathe, You gasp trying to catch your breath, As these thoughts leave you in a noose,
sometimes you think you'd be better off in death, The minds grip is to powerful, You try to sever it loose,
But can't seem to realease the hold, It leaves you dry and withered inside ,
Like a well in the desert, Empty, hollow and a long way down, With nothing to give but everything to hide .