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Existential Prison

I fall deep into the abyss of my mind

I'm at the bottom of it's ocean, deeper than the Mariana Trench

Undiscovered thoughts swim around in the dark

Rearing their ugly faces

I try to swim up, but something pulls me back down

Is this depression? Because I'd rather drown

Yet I have to urge to live

The urge to breath

There are those I wanna spent moments with

If only I could leave

Leave this bed that's enveloped me so tight

If only I could open my eyes and see the light

If only I could live but also die

To be in a place where I never have to wonder why
Why me? Why this? Why now? And how?

Perhaps if I never existed

Then all this I would've been miss with

Yet I desire to live and be free

Although this life, this world is twisted

I guess I'll keep living in

This existential prison...