Within Hell's Clutch Poem by Katherine Bryce

What's wrong with me,
I can't do anything right,
that I always tend to,
put up a fight.

It's all so silly,
that it is me,
crying out,
'let me be.'

Where did my courage,
and strength go,
I long for them,
I need them so.

I've been a fool,
and give up to fast,
when all I want,
is to forget the past.

The deepest thing,
I've buried inside,
but when they add up,
it feels like I just died.

The pain will just,
become too much,
then you'll be,
within Hell's clutch.