It feels as its squeezing the breath out of this flesh, This emptiness is expanding vast in my chest, Killing me slowly like a predator finding a quest, My muffled cries and screams are heard in my best, I am cluless to the saying,"is it meant for the test?" It's hollow and scary inside this hole of distress, Swallowing my soul and making me feel worthless, I am tired of pretending for this screen test, I am an actor of movie with dark sets, The heart inside is barren land full of sadists, I need love, affection and tenderness to solve this mess, I am lost in this world of imagination and faithlessness, I need a guide, a mentor, a real therapist for solving this mess, I am broken and repairing from the injustice of this world at its best, I am trying very hard to get out of this darkness alive and blessed.