Crying out from the darkness that has become my soul,
Wondering when my suffering will cease.
It only hurts
It only burns
Every second I have to breathe;
Gulping air into a dry airway,
Down a throat rough from crying,
To its destination of my tattered lungs.
The needles of pain shoot through me
With every gasp I dare to take.
Will it continue without ever easing?
The tears that spill from my eyes
Are proof enough that I've reached my limit;
My capacity for the suffering.
I wish to suffer no more.
But wishes are as useless as the hope
That eventually my excruciating existence will end.
I will wait here in the dark
Until even the darkness has been eliminated,
In the hopes that, I, too,
In that moment, will be taken with it.