Like Hell You Are

This second hell I've glimpsed.

This is the hell of intense self hate,

Of uninterrupted despair aided generously

By perfect social ostracism,

Of deep depression with no dawn.

Day after day, like hell

You are drawn into it, wishing for death.

It's hell because it feels that way.

Like the worst sorrow we've all known,

But unrelenting, seemingly endless.

Happiness can't reach you,

Torturers aren't needed, you fill the role,

The silver lining is you CAN escape through death,

After everything.

To wish this hell on another,

...The purest evil.

No matter which being is experiencing it

Or wishing it.

Spend one month adjacent to this hell, and you'll know.

A torment of the mind, an evil,

The well spring of evil from which more complex terrors

Draw deep, and reel in their fetid buckets.