The Walls Poem by The Ugly Guy

The walls are closing in on me.
Is it real, or insanity?
Am I awake? Is this a dream?
Should I be silent,
or should I scream?
How do I cope with these delusions?
Should I treat them as illusions?
Is my mind betraying me?
What is my reality?
Am I living in my head,
even though I'm really dead?
Is this a nightmare?
Am I in Hell?
How am I supposed to tell?
If I'm dreaming, let me wake.
My weak mind is about to break.
I can't take any more,
of what this life has in store.
If this is real, why is it so?
How am I supposed to know?
Where is God's mercy,
which they proclaim?
Heaven and Hell just seem the same.
Both treat me with the same disdain.
My life is Hell,
even though I pray.
Life stays the same,
from day to day.
Nothing changes,
pain remains.
No mercy's given,
when I invoke His name.
Live or die, nothing matters.
When your life just lays in tatters.
If I die before I wake,
I'll know 'God's mercy' was all fake.