The Black hole of wrong choices

Things just seem to be sitting on my shoulders and the weight is pressing my feet further into the ground, I'm sinking into a black hole and I can't see the exit. There are no signs, there are no strong hands reaching down to pull me out, I'm just sinking with no support. My fingernails are my desperate choices and as they claw to get away from this darkness, those choices seem to be running out. Where have all my choices gone? My fingers are bleeding with wrong turns and I'm beginning to feel lost. My future is like the black hole I'm falling down; I don't know where the bottom is yet I know it's going to come. And I'm going to crash to the bottom of this hole until my body has fallen, until my life has run its course and there is no more energy left to scream.