Hanging by my fingertips
Slipping further every day.
Nothing I can do.
I wish there was a way,
Away from here.
Get me away from here.

Talking to myself.
I guess I'm going mad.
I thought it would be awful,
But it's really not so bad.
I'm here.
I have to be here.

Waking with a scream
Of piercing agony.
Insanity was better;
At least then I was free.
So much fear.
I hate it here.

I'm barely alive
But I'll be okay.
Time heals everything