Pain is just a word until you feel it,
For feeble me, to heal it, remained beyond my wit.
Growing agony in eternal silence,
Unleashed a soul-wreaking storm of violence.
Now the inner demons are set free,
Feeding on the emotions buried deep in me.
I squeal,
I plead,
Just begging to let me be.

The weight of melancholy feels so real,
Breaking through it seems surreal.
A turmoil of emotions unleashed havoc,
With every passing moment, despair was evoked.
The idea of glee withered within me,
I feel as though deafening silence surrounds me.
I squeal,
I plead
In desperation to let me be.

I cease to wonder if there exist an end,
These feelings I can scarcely comprehend.
The urge to disappear remains constant,
Yet a part of me longs for a life of content.
I want to believe this is all temporary,
Yet nothing succeeds in lifting my misery.
I squeal,
I plead
In PAIN to let me be.        
                                                                       - PK