Confronting the Abyss

Deep within are the silent screams that shout from the abyss and what lies within is a hidden chamber.

A dark corner so deceiving that only those closest to her really know the pain she has endured. 
A part of her is trapped. She is buried beneath shattered remains of someone she no longer recognizes. 

While memories haunt and torture like swirls of flames engulfing their next victim. 
Her thoughts are bound and shackled, taunting endless reminders of her own cursed past.
A bitter realization of each time she fell prey to a venomous snake in disguise she mistook as something lovely. 
Afraid of the abyss, too scared to stay for fear of sinking back down and never coming up for air. 

She keeps silent to block out the piercing pain. Suppressing the cry that begs to weep. 
She laughs to hide the noise inside. A daily ritual indicating that her body and mind are tortured beyond repair.
She ignores the voice deep down. Concealing the sound of the silent screams that only she can hear. 
She smiles and nods through affliction, regret, and anguish.  
Look past what cannot be undone, how so? When the abyss is consumed with horrid thoughts.
As the sorrow grows, unbound, profound in its unwavering strength; the shadows rise too high, and the darkness is overwhelming. 
The light drowns out and I comply. 
What more do I have to give?

She wants to scream a desperate plea but only the silent screams are all that persist.
These chains of my dark abyss are made of me. 
No key in hand, no map, no guiding star in sight. 
To heal these wounds, to mend these scars and set me free. 
What does it need? How do I heal, how to let go, will I ever I know? 

Threatening the joys I want to keep, the shadows spread, and the roots dig deep. 
I choose to live with this quiet dread. Screaming silently inside my head, there is a haunted, hidden chamber that lies deep within my own tortured abyss. 

Will she break free, or will she succumb to her own abyss?