Hellish Thoughts

Nothing gets easier,
not at all.
It only seems to get harder.

The burden gets bigger,
the weight heavier,
with no end in sight.

Where is the light at the end of the tunnel,
How do you find it?
If everything is dark,
If there is no light to be found.

Do you live in a world consumed by darkness,
one thats devoid of light,
one where the light never rises over the horizon.

You could call it hell,
It seems like an apt description,
Hell, it even seems like a nice place.

You have no problems.
Well, you can't see them,
Maybe thats all they need,
the problems that is;
to be shut away and kept in the dark,
In their own personal hell.