scream

I scream for help and beg to be let go,
it has a tight grip on the life and soul I once called mine.
I no longer have feelings or thoughts of my own,
I hate this awful place,
its dark, its cold,
and it feels like it will never let you go.
unfortunately I already know this  all too well,
I thought I had escaped this hell so many times but have only been deceived and before I know it I'm dancing with that demon I thought I had once killed.
I have come to realize that never will I be strong enough to kill this demon alone.
I'm trapped in hell for the very last time with no more strength,
no more hope,
no more respect for the person I am,
and no more cares that these demons have drug me down to a point of no return.
I have failed for the very last time.