My Personal Hell
A translation to my inner pain.
When you ask someone what Hell is like, They tell you the typical envisionment Below the earth's surface, alight with flame, Souls tortutured day in, day out But me? Hell is not lit by fires of torture, Nobody is there with you You are alone with your own thoughts; your personal Hell You die a little inside every day, almost every passing minute The Devil is your heart Your screams of agony are kept within, Your rib cage...