The Hole

At 13 I jumped into a hole. 

Deep and dark.

Lonely and consuming.

I reached for the surface.

I grabbed a knife

Bleeding out the pain.

I screamed out

As I kept falling

Slowly and tortured.

I begged and pleaded

Wanting freedom

Wishing for death.

At 18 I climed sacred steps

Up and up I went.

Out of the hole.

I was in the light.

I fooled myself and everyone else.

I was never free.

I was never in the hole.

At 19 I realize

I am the hole.

Trapped, afraid, and alone

I can feel the darkness.

It's taking me.

Goodbye.