I am a kitchen sink

Water, like tears, 

Run freely

I am a run down house

You don't know what that means

I might look like I'm in

Good condition

On the outside

But, the inside is a whole different story

Dark, just barely functioning

Scary

Creepy

No hope for it

I am an old basement

You have no clue what is inside

You're probably afraid to find out

It's full of cobwebs and spiders

The door was left open, for all kinds of dangerous things to fill it

My mind is a jungle

Full of man killing animals

Maybe there are nice things as well

But everybody focuses on the beasts

It's full of venomous snakes

And spiders

Venomous snakes and spiders that hold enough venom to kill 20 grown men

Spiders crawled inside

Where it was once bright

That place is now dark

Full of webs

They made themselves at home

I am a lost cause

I may seem fine

I will say that I am fine

But your definition of fine

Is not the same as mine

To you, "fine" might mean "okay"

To me, "fine" is so much less than "okay,"

Or maybe more

Because it's more words

But not the best feeling 

I'm fine though, trust me

If fine is dead on the inside

Being torn more and more by the second

Being haunted by my own demons

Being tortured mentally

Mentally abused 

Crying myself to sleep

Music is the best escape

From life

Which is hell

Just, on Earth

Instead of the after life