This is my Hell.

I am in a dark room.

Floating in the stale air.

It is not totally black as I think I can see some shapes but I cannot see what they are.

Wherever I turn, it looks the same. I will never determine what the shapes are.

There is no sound except for the voices in my head. The loudest voice is Regret.

I know only that I can never leave and the voices will never stop.

This is my Hell.