I feel as if I'm digging my own grave
With the walls caving in
The hollowed out dirt is crumbling
As I feel myself placed within.
Every decision I make suffocates me
Destroying my lungs as I try to breathe
Because I really thought I could choose this choice
Without it hurting me.
Once more I'm proven wrong
This is happening more and more
I'm told to just move on
But I'm stuck with the roar.
How can I get myself out
When the walls are slick with mud
And the rain, it won't quit falling
So I slip and land with a thud.
I try to persevere
To hope I'll make it out
But it seems to keep on raining
And the walls are slicker, now.
How long will it take me
To figure it out
That the reason for all of the rain
Is from myself and my doubt?
This "rain" that keeps on pouring
Destroying all of my hope
Is the tears running down my face
As I fall down Depression's slope.
No wonder it's so hard to see
Past all of the mud
The beautiful blue sky
Has been closed with black suds.
I couldn't reach
Couldn't dream
Couldn't even think
When all my brain focused on was the broken seams.
I clawed at the grave
To try once more to get out
But I think the walls laughed at me
As I continued to shout.
My head feels heavy
As I let my body lay to rest
After all these years fighting the battles
I was the battle, myself.
So I lay here in my grave
That all my decisions made
Thinking there is another way
But there's not.
And so I lay here in my grave.
Grave 8/26/21 08:49
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Midnight Thoughts
PoetryJust an average girl trying to fit into a world using only words to describe her soul to others. ••These are random poems that I have thought of before and after the clock strikes midnight. They might not be the best, but you can always check them o...
