Bury me beneath the ground
Where I can sleep with out a sound to wake me from my endless dreams.
Internally Im lost at sea.
I cannot breathe beneath these waves that I create
Inside a crazed state of mind.
It's hard to find a reason to live
When all you do is give and never receive.
It's hard to believe
I even breathe, let alone speak
Underneath this pile of grief.
I am completely lost
Inside a mind in a holocaust.
Killing off all of my hopes and dreams
While memories are consuming me.
I find my release in the form of weed and alcohol.
Numbing my mind and body for the fall
Into an oblivion.
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Author:
Oddity (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2016 18:32
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
wow..this is heavy and depressing...there is hope ..trust me...just smoke the weed..lay off the booze..it makes shit ten times worse
As though you have all the ingredients for a perfect storm from which there is no return. Thanks.
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