We need affection and care way too much,
Just as strong as a starving child needs food.
Without it,
We are empty, we are lonely and can't go on,
We crave love,
And yet,
We hate ourselves.

Whose emotions run deep have it worse,
It leads you to the darkest part,
To the blackest pit of the deepest ocean,
And at the bottom,
You just stay there looking up,
Wondering,
How the hell,
Did no one hear me scream?

And as the pressure crushes you down,
Your emotions change to tears,
That are running down your cheek,
You feel dizzy, due to lack of oxygen,
You sense utter blackness around you,
Just as if,
Walls of darkness and despair themselves?
Were closing in on you.

-Sp