My Personal Hell

Rising smoke above the clouds,
the fire below raging in caves.
Sparks that bounce off rocks and shells,
I can tell that this is some kind of hell.

My mind won't stay away from you,
so here I am in my personal hell.
Months go by and still I can't change,
it's just something I've got to take.

I miss the days when you held my hand,
this is the hell I cannot stand.
Sometimes I want you here,
but I can see you won't come back.