This Hell

For fifteen years I lived in this place I call hell, it's a place I've come to know very well. Hiding inside my soul I dwell, running from the pain inside this hell. This hell is a place of agony and fear, as if everything is gone, and no one is near. The burning flames I see so clear, even in the heat your voice is what I still long to hear. This hell holds my soul is so burned and bare, searing my flesh, singeing each hair. I long for that day when someone will come, and all of this scaring will be undone. The empty space in my heart unfilled, my soul crushed, and spirit killed. Yet I still wait for you to end my pain, and put out the flames with your precious rain. Your presence here, thickens the air, erases the fear. Out of this place and into your arms I fell, I'm fully alive, and pulled from this hell.