It drags you down,

to the center of the earth.

As you scream, fight,

gripping the dirt.

You get a good handful,

but the force is too strong.

It's power outweighs,

your own.

You hear them scream out,

the souls of the damned.

Yet the one pulling you,

is neither beast nor man.

It is none other,

than your own heart.

Playing out the regret,

that you've ripped apart.

To allow yourself to sink,

would be accepting defeat.

So, you struggle and fight,

to get back to your feet.

Even you can rip yourself,

to shreds.

I don't fear the boogie man,

the monster under my bed.

I fear my own mind,

what's inside my own head.