Dead and alive
My eyes won’t adjust,
There isn’t a sliver of light,
Nothing to grab hold,
To save my life.
Is it even worth it,
To struggle in my mind,
Fight with my demons,
Should I even try?
He is tall, dark, and hideous,
He has captured my soul,
He has dragged it to hell,
I am not whole.
I feel the cold,
The damp sweat on my chest,
I feel cramped and confined,
Just forget about the rest.
They say life is hard,
But being buried alive is worse,
Nothing but your own breathe,
To warm your corpse.
A corpse that lives,
And breathes,
And walks,
She is me.
My mind is a tomb,
A place that I am trapped,
I have tried and tried and tried,
I have tapped and tapped and tapped.
There is no one,
There is nothing,
I feel it isn’t worth it,
To save me.
