Messages to myself- 1

HOW IT GOES... The darkness descends, The clouds roll in, The fear takes over as, The storm gathers pace. You catch your breath, Try to steady the pounding of your heart, You thank God you're alone when you scream, And wonder how it came to this, There is no escape. You understand the meaning of lost, As you pray for clarity to hit you, Like a bolt of lightening, To burn a path of blinding light, Through your mind, Your escape route. You understand the meaning of lonely, As there is nobody to hold on to, Nobody to save you from the raging, Tides that drag you under, You're drowning fast, And you don't care. Then suddenly, The waves stop, And the clouds disappear, A sudden calm takes over, And you're left with a sense of...nothing, Waiting for the next storm. It's like a living hell in my head.