Distorted Poem by Tori Beals

Can you see through the fog?
Think through the confusion?
Breathe under the water,
or rid your mind of its contusions?
Can you get up off your knees,
when you don't have any strength?
How can you manage to survive,
when your will fails you at length?
You feel like you're on autopilot,
floating from day to day,
but there is this nagging void,
that just won't go away.
It's eating you inside out.
Darkness clawing at your soul.
You keep it bottled up inside,
so your weakness doesn't show.
You're scared of what you're becoming,
surrounded by a cold stone wall.
But you'll hold your head up high,
and try so hard to walk tall.
If you're not sure if anyone,
is with you by your side,
do you face your problems alone,
and do your best to hide?
Will your loved ones accept you,
for the person you now are?
Or will they hide their faces in shame,
at all of your new scars?
Do you give in to the darkness?
Fall into the abyss?
You know that it would feel so good,
and it's not like you'll be missed.
Or do you somehow find a way,
to keep living life and trying,
to feel the things you want to feel,
and keep your soul from dying.