I tried

I tried I am now Ripped Dragged Back down into the depressional hole I just finally got out. My nails are digging Clawing In resistance to the dark hands that Encase my ankles and pull me down with such unspeakable force. I can't get out I don't know how to. All the tears Screaming for help Headaches Heartaches Hurt All, for what? All to be pulled down into the fabric of my imagination. My internal demise by the same thing that functions my body. My mental capacity shrinks faster cotton clothing in cold water. My eyes are the window to my suffering heart My face is caked to cover up the tear streams that are engraved into my face. My hands shake in the inability to settle. I guess this is my life now Confused Hurt Tatered Torn Broken