How do I get out of this place?

No, it doesn’t look like I’m inside a room.
There is no door, no window in sight.
It looks more like I’m inside a tomb,
It’s cold, empty, and dark as night.

Here in this empty space,
I can feel the weight of my disgrace,
A slow descent from which I can’t be saved.

The air is heavy and thick,
choking me with spiraling what-ifs.

They say, “It’s all in the head. You can change it.”
I know! And that’s exactly the problem!
I’m trapped in a world I know isn’t real,
But I still keep tripping down this damn rabbit-hole.

I’m trapped inside my head.

And the worst part is, this mind is no maze⏤
It is a bottomless pit of despair,
where happiness is just numbered days,
my life has truly been nothing but unfair.

Where’s the way out? Why can’t I find the door?!

This place has no light to guide me out.
I don’t even know if I’ll ever find the door.
I know very well I’m a prisoner of my own thoughts,
and I also know it is I who holds the key to this war.

Still, knowing doesn’t mean I can see,
but maybe, just maybe,
There’s another use for this key⏤
perhaps a way to live inside the chaos of my mind.