Quicksand

This poem currently describes my state of mind.

QUICKSAND
I am drowning
in a sea of quicksand
of despair and hopelessnes
There is no hope

The past continues to haunt me
I dread the future
I can't live in the present
My inner demons have destroyed me

It is all my fault
I created this life
God help me
God help me out of this mess

Suicide beckons
I will answer the call
Yes, I will answer the call
God help me!