Curled up, crying, on the floor
In a ball, this is my world
I dwell 'neath a heap of trash
where I reap an awful wrath
Suffocating,
going blind
Pain and fear pollute my mind
I waste away each given day
just as the ones before
and yet I strive to stay alive
to live again once more
Strategizing,
losing ground
I long to find what you have found
The thoughts I think
at times like these
are just enough
to taunt, to tease
Still I swim a sea of mud
pushing on with tainted blood
Infestation,
stolen dreams
Nothing is the way it seems
Just as I contemplate death
Reality extends with a breathe
I wonder why I was spared
at a dead end when no one cared
Significant,
nothing less
Another go couldn't hurt, I guess
