Pits of hell, the tolling bell,

A swelling heart I cannot quell—

I sink beneath a silent well,

Where echoes ache and shadows dwell.

Faux joy—how deeply once I fell,

Now caged within this fragile shell,

In quiet pain, I’ve learned too well

The weight of truths I dare not tell.

“‘Tis but a crush,” I cried, I yelled—

Yet still within, the torment swelled…

Oh God, please hear me where I fell:

Will I be whole? Will I be well?

Break me free from binding spell,

And lead me out… out of this hell.

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Wrote this poem on April 3rd, 2026 at 1:54AM just because I can’t sleep. I use poetry to cope, sometimes.