My Own Personal Hell

I've been asleep for so long,
I can't tell what is real.
My dreams drove me mad,
Told me I was sick all along,
That I was wrong to feel,
I was too blind to see.

I am trapped in this prison,
Made especially for me.
Climbing up the walls of my mind,
So eager to escape.
I itch inside,
Trapped in my own skin.
I can't fight it.
I scratch,
Claw,
Scream for my sweet release.
I want so desperately to float away,
To leave my own personal hell.

The light shines in my cell,
Giving me an exit.
It gives way to a path for paradise.
I reach, praying this is my salvation.
I touch the light, and I shatter.
My soul splinters, undeserving.
The shards cut through my skin,
The darkness seeps out.
I lay dying inside,
This hell of mine,
Built by my depression,
Concrete by my design,
Locking away my sanity,
For eternity.
The darkness comes,
Swallows me whole.
I am alone.
I am nothing, but death.
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My first poem I've done in a long time. I'm sure that its a little rusty, but I think that is part of its charm. Enjoy.