Six feet under
I'm clinging onto the edge,
Of what I thought was my reality,
Holding onto what I thought was mine,
Grasping onto what's left of my life.
Exhausted by these desperate struggles,
And poor attempts to be free of pain.
Remaining faceless to the world,
As time ticks away, every opportunity I had to cry.
I'm falling, into this never-ending nightmare,
Trying to stay awake, while my world is half asleep.
Living in this non-existent land of desolation,
Trapped in between the valleys of life and death.
The world has collapsed, right before my very eyes,
The fictional world I've created, just to keep myself sane.
I'm losing myself, in this vast space of nothingness,
Fading into the darkness, as I drift away from sanity.
The pain continues to exceed beyond my limitations,
Gradually consuming at my broken, yet still intact heart.
The emotion of despair is etched upon my features,
Anticipating the moment, when everything would just disappear
I'm deprived; of what I thought was eternal bliss,
Pathetically groveling at mercy's feet,
Slowly drowning into the graves of the dead,
Vanishing into the grim atmosphere of hell.
"I'm buried; six feet under, beneath the surface of reality…"