Broken Poem by Free Spirit

The pain, the heart wrenching, gut tearing agony,
When is it going to end?
The nauseous, anxiousness,
Emptiness and loneliness,
Deep inside, so dark, cold, isolating,
Falling deeper and deeper into a black hole,
No light, no door, no escape,
When will it stop, when will it end?
Terror and fear grips tight,
Like a prisoner bound and trapped,
Emotions inside, tangled and messed up,
There is no end.