Hell

Hell is lonely.

No one to hear your cries.

No one to tell you

“Everything will be ok.”

Even if there were someone,

Being comforting is pointless.

It won’t be ok.

It won’t get better.

You will suffer forever.

Hell has no love.

No one to care.

No one to hug you

Or remind you

You are special

You are wanted.

Because in Hell,

You are not special.

In Hell, you are not wanted.

Hell is nothing but a reminder

Of all the mistakes you made.

Day after day,

Year after year,

It’s the same.

The same pain.

The same sorrow.

Forever.

There’s no escape.

There’s no hope.

Your life is what it is

And it will never change.

Hell is being stuck.

There’s no point to anything.

You can’t fight.

You can’t get better.

You can’t fix all you’ve done

To deserve this fate.

Hell is giving up.