Decent

Slowly i feel myself falling down, down, down.
All these thoughts in my head do pound.
I need to stop this decent back to hell.
I don't want to be just another empty shell.
Clinging to my only hope,
but still its not enough to keep me afloat.
Drowning in a sea of tears,
no way to erase my fears.
My insanity encases me once again