Buried alive Poem, by Honey , at My poetic side

Inside that feeling of depression

It's not just a silly superstition

It's hard to make this confession

I'm buried alive

I believe that no one can help me to survive

I'm sick of this pathetic life

and I think it's all based on a horrible big lie

still there..laying there

inside that fearful place

where a feeling of death hung upon the air

oh god this is so unfair

my life has become an abhorrent endless nightmare

inside that gloomy place

where everything is dark and

and the sun will never shine upon my pale face

Oh god, how can I get rid of all these choking scares?

how can I get out of this frightening place?

so hard to get rid of the weight of those feeling laying inside my brittle poor heart

this feeling of depression makes me fall apart

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Buried alive