Stuck

Clinging to the edge feverishly, knuckles whitening viciously, hanging on to you, hands gripping you tightly, letting you drag me along, this crumbling road, this winding path, made for two. Frozen, still as a rock, I need your soothing words, I need your endless help, your eccentric eyes, to lead me along, climb me out of this vast ditch, this hole I've carved out, dug myself into, for I'm lost, battling the fog, playing the game, but I'm wandering through the spooky forest alone, losing myself, losing my mind. I'm sinking and I can't climb out, of this quicksand, of this trap, I need you to reach in, grab my hand, and pull me out, out of this dark and compound place, where I've sat, where my insides have melted away, disintegrated into the unforgiving smog. I'm burning up, my skin is blistering and welting, seared from the waves of flames. I need you, to carry me out of the fire, help ease my wrenching wheezing and coughing, help ease my pain, soothe the wounds that have battered my body. I'm drowning in the ocean, in a Sea of my sorrows. As my lungs collapse, as I close my eyes, as the final bubbles of air escape me, I drift off, fade away, down into the gravelly sand. I need you to dive deep, deep into my darkest nightmares, my coldest memories, and find me, bring me back, convince me to come with you, journey back, and live on. I need you to drag my above the waves, give me a chance to breathe, to splutter and cough up the ocean, cough up my sadness, and get rid of those evil and haunting ghosts, those devils that torment me. I'm stuck, I'm sinking into the abyss, glowing red as my skin, hair, and eyes shrivel up and turn into a sooty black, and I'm suffocating in my despondency and despair, in my waves of gloom. My heart is aching, for I need a partner, need a friend, to keep me rising, flying happy and free, to keep me floating and treading through my dejection, and to keep me temperate and clement, far away from being roasted and cooked alive in my anger, in my rage.