My Life?

Nothing Matters

When the drugs go away I’m constantly in pain.
I’m a stranger in my own body.
My life is a coffin and I’ve been buried alive.
I can’t get out no matter how many times I’ve tried.
I scrape and claw at the edges of my mind.
All I want is to escape.

I’m not sure if there’s a reason.
I don’t understand why I’m here.
Maybe this is my punishment.
What have I done to deserve this?
I twist and turn, I try to find a home.
I’m lost and alone.

Nothing matters.
I’m done.
My life won't stop going forward.
I look to the sun and ask it to stop moving.
It won’t.