buried alive

BURIED ALIVE

Do you ever have that feeling of numbness?
And cold dripping and flowing along your entire spine?
And feel lower than shit… again?
You know I get that all the time
The numbness is like a void, and I feel it’s empty
It starts in my soul and then it grows and grows and grows
And then I feel like I'm being drained within
And then your heart and lungs sometimes panic
And cause panic attacks that no one can see or tell are happening
I don’t know what, I feel it right now.... maybe it’s because it’s all I've ever known
I felt like stress and hopelessness were converging,
Trying and caring, I'm done with
I know the feeling
I am hanging on by a thread
I'm the broken thing on the ground
No one can fix it
People kick and laugh at it
And taunt the nothing that exists
I am a novelty, a plaything, to be taken advantage of
Kick you while your down is not quite enough
I get more even as you beg for less
Writhing and coiling on the ground I wait for someone to dig my grave
But no one shows up, I am my own crypt keeper
Bury myself alive, if that’s what I think it’s called