The light seems impossible to reach

How is one supposed to find a way out of a storm

made of misery and an inner home not-so-warm,

where every second is about trying to survive

the suffocation in my chest I cannot begin to describe?

It consumes the being of my heart, grain by grain,

until I'm left with nothing but hollow pain;

feeling tired of fighting, letting darkness destroy,

I shall veil myself in smiles as it obliterates all joy.