Turmoil

It’s always something isn’t it.

I just want to be happy 

Not this feeling of fucking dread 

Suffocating me like a pillow in my nightmarish sleep

Skin stripped off 

Soul pulled out 

Heart destroyed 

Mind set ablaze

Hitting walls 

Trapped in some maze
No lights of any kind 
Feeling my way around 

Walls covered in my own words 

Stinging every inch of skin 

Like a whirlwind of wasps

Today is going to be better 

I say that every day 

And some days I believe it 

Most days I just want my darkness to consume me 

So I don’t have to feel… 

Anything