Our hearts and soul
Knows no peace
Bedding soaked in tears
Drenching in pain
We feel empty
Trapped in our own solitude
Where we’re prisoners
Of these memories
The unwelcoming thoughts
That have been there once
Trading our fear for guilt leaning on the arms of threat
Stuck in a dome of incapacity
Doubting and doubting again
Inviting the embrace of depression eating us up
Our decision are mythical
Our mission no longer exists
And our vision are left
In the well of decision
With trembling fear of devastation
Do not kill yourself
With the ugly thoughts
Of suicide
it’s life
We are talking about
Not some squid game
By Austeen