boredom

The darkness overwhelms you It's like fresh layed tar, 

it will turn you black and cold but it burns your soul

You'll sit in your room for hours just staring, staring

at the blanks walls hoping someone will come rescue you 

from this monster, from yourself, from the monster inside you....

But no one ever does come

You'll deal with the pain on the outside

to try kill the pain on the inside 

but these scars will always remind you of your pain

and within minutes it'll all rush back...

the overwhelming sense of emptiness will take over you

once again, until you find yourself in a burning hole of flames