Is It Over?

No words of expression
As I lay dying cold and bleak;
At a loss for imagination.
I have come to know that
My hurt pours out like rain,
Like lightning it strikes me down,
Like thunder it rumbles loud.
Fear is penetrating my every thought, not like the fear that's taught. It's deeper, a feeling that isn't learned.
The opposite of my deep, indescribable pain_is pain. And the opposite of that is feeling. I've become numb to any pleasures, nothing can comfort my broken soul.
Time is nothing of essence, and the end seems to never come in sight.
Trapped, I am, in a life of faulty despair,
I fear i will never make it home.