PAINBOW.

big hole.

i want to throw myself
in the hole you dug for me
and let myself rest
from all torture.

a big, dark, dry hole
the walls are slippery
and slimey with moss
i find myself staring
to the bottom.

i jump.

i'm left in utter darkness
with only me, myself and i as company.
there's a light
small but bright
but it begins to darken
and contort into nothing.

if i called out,
into the harsh abyss
would i get a reply
or continue to wallow
in the filth of my mind.

the silence scares me,
emptiness controls.
blind to my misfortune
but you still continue to ask
if i'm okay.

ignorance is bliss,
you've shown me that.
smile happily
whilst i wilt and wobble.

what if i replied that i wasn't,
wasn't okay, wasn't fine.
choking on feeling too much
and drowning in this sea of sorrow.