Why do I let pain fall on me like a net?
Darkness deep around me,
I am surrounded by silence that persists.
I am a soul adrift in a mournful haze.
Beneath the weight of tears
Lies a heart plagued by its fears.

Why am I here when breathing is a struggle?
Why am I here when suffering and torture are consuming me?
Why do I feel trapped inside my own consciousness?

How can I talk with hot lemon-flavored tea in my mouth?
Pain is a master key.
I can't hide the bread away.

I suffer from anxiety-
Check my breath.
For I am sick of faith,
In the middle of this death.
When will I find my voice?
Do I still have a choice?