Thoughts of helplessness crawl over you,
Thoughts of nothingness seeps the energy out of you,
Thoughts of worthlessness makes you insane,
You’re empty inside.

The words with which once you told stories,
Words with which once you narrated anthologies,
Words which helped you go through misery do not help you anymore,
I find myself trapped inside my head and nowhere to escape.

There’s no peace within me,
There’s no sense of love and or even hatred,
There is nothing, good or bad,
Just total darkness.

The darkness grows day by day,
It is so dark now, that I do not even see my reflection,
I do not recognize myself in the mirror,
The mirror has choked me out of my own identity.

I can’t help myself anymore.
The thoughts keep growing,
The helplessness keeps increasing.
It feels like getting choked by your own stories.

Whatever stories I used to write once, are now getting back at me,
It feels like all my characters are avenging me for playing with their lives,
All the lives I destroyed in my imagination,
Are avenging me, by making my life miserable, moment by moment.

I want to run out in the open fields in joy,
I want to feel love again, or anything at all, just make me feel something,
Characters in my head do not play with me anymore,
I’m sorry for whatever pain I caused you for storytelling purposes.
Just make me free.