Go down deep, to where it doesn't make sense, that place that no one else can see or understand, and you can't explain or tell them about it while you're there.
Go down deep, to where there's no one to save you. There is only being lost, confusion, anger, hopelessness, and a mind turning over on itself and flipping out again.
Go down deep, where you want to go, where no one can find you, the only home you've ever known, the only place that is really safe, even though you fear it, because of what you have to give up to be there.
Go down deep and try to write yourself out of your own personal hell. Bring it all to the surface, that swirling, colorful madness that others can't imagine and that would horrify them if they could.
Go down deep, to where it hurts and every inch of you is so raw, and so real. It's real and that's why you like it. Even though the others can't see it, don't know it, you know they lie. Their world, their reality, is a lie, a cover-up, a denial of all you know to be true.