He lays in bed crying silent tears.
Realizing that he can’t outrun his fears.
The voices ring out inside his head.
“Too much to deal with. You’re better off dead.”
From this pit he tried to crawl.
Pieces of his nails lay broken in the wall.
Bloodstained hands searching the dark.
Sightless eyes looking for a spark.
Just a shadow of the creature he once was.
He decides to sit in the dark because,
why worry about what he can’t change.
Welcome to the mind of a bear, deranged.