Playing with Connotation - Depression

[DestWrites]

It’s dark, there’s no place to go.
No place to turn, no place to hide.
My head is screaming, can’t escape.
My emotions numb, can’t feel a thing.
The pain inside, won’t erase.
My body limp, won’t progress.
My thoughts are poison, to myself.
The hole is deep, too profound.
I’ve hit the point, of my despair.
Inside I cry, of my own tribulation.