The unexpected, possibly disturbing blog post...

Sometimes the blackness comes
and all we want to do
is dig deeply into it
don't want to see the sun,
hear the sparrows
just want to get lost in darkness
sometimes it's just too hard to live.
the will is gone
lie with hands stretched out
nothing to grasp onto
will anyone see into the hole
find a way into the tunnel
where you are buried?
the timing is always off
you can't quite get out
but can't quite find
the end
stuck in the middle
no light from either side
feeling your way through
the darkness
finding only walls
there's nobody home
you can hear voices
people laughing
living
somewhere
but you can't quite get there
every once in awhile
a voice comes through
you hear it crystal clear
then as quickly as it came
it fades away
and silence remains
sometimes the silence is
so loud
it's deafening
you want to claw your eyes out
rip your heart out
because you're dying with the silence
it's too much to bear
you wish you could just
bang your head on the concrete
watch the blood trickle out of your skull
but somehow everytime you try to do that
you just wind up with a big fat headache
drinking too much wine
writing crappy poetry
no one will try to understand
so you stop.
and once again...

the will is lost.