AN: Hey, peoples! Guess who's back? I know it's been a really long time since I last posted something new up. I suppose putting up another poem written out of depression isn't all that great a start, but at least it's something.

Disclaimer: I really don't care if people like it enough to take it, but it's just regular protocol to say that this stuff is mine, and that you need my permission to use it (not that anyone would like this crap anyways…). This poem is free verse, like most of my other one's are.

"Something Like Pain"

An indescribable feeling is creeping up on me,

As if some plague or phantom is breathing down my back.

Cold fingers reach out in the shadows of night,

Trying to draw me back into the darkness.

Is there nothing that I can do,

To stop this taunting evil?

It's so tempting to just turn around,

And drop into hopeless despair.

There is no light ahead of me,

I see only an endless tunnel.

My desire for freedom from this turmoil

Is slowly fading away again.

No one can save me from myself,

But I have no will to win.

The battle seems lost to the demon,

Some nameless demon that lurks inside.

Defeat should seem so bitter and shameful,

But yet the suffering goes deeper.

More like a whip or sharpness lashing out,

Trying to tear apart my already subjugated soul.

What more could it want from me,

This vile entity that haunts my every waking moment.

It's taken my spirit, my hope, my life,

And fed off the ambrosia that flows through my veins.

I'm lost in the void of my own desolation,

Trapped in by four walls that refuse to give way.

Running in endless circles as the world passes by,

Depression only led to sink further below my skin.

Hope is so out of reach,

It's not even worth fighting for.

Or is it my own weakness surfacing,

Not wanting to let me go.

In the distance there's a slight glimmer,

As if something motioning to me.

Something glinting not far from reach,

But I'm too detached to care.

Everything is so numb now,

I can't even feel the beating of my own heart.

Am I now truly lifeless, or just dead to reality,

A world that knows me no more.

As I slide frail hands across my invisible barriers,

They become coated in something warm.

Weary legs give way to exhaustion,

Down on my knees, I see a shocking scene.

A girl's blood is smeared across everything,

All is covered in red as far as the eye can see.

Not far away is the body and I can't believe it.

God help me, it's mine.

AN: Uh…don't ask. I'm feeling really down right now, and this is kind of what is going through my mind at the moment. I realize that my writing sucks, but please review! Flames are welcomed as usual.