Buried

I found a shovel
And dug a hole
Six feet deep.

I jumped in.
Covered myself
With the damp earth...

I am drowning
No air to grope at
I am dying

The womb of darkness
Offers no protection...
Not even the silence of Death

I am Pain
With no eyes for tears
And no mouth to cry in outrage

If i dug twelve feet deep
I still cannot escape

The bitterness of Truth

The memories I have sought
To be rid of
Has come to haunt me

Followed me in deep slumber
Like an insistent nightmare
Something I so desperately want to wake up from...

But the tomb
Has entrapped me

Alas... I could not escape my own memory...

Not even the Death of my soul
Could quench
The thirst of my heart.

Darkness

There is no hate
Only defeat
There is no sadness
Only acceptance
There is no free will
Only destiny

What the heart says
Reality does not comprehend
What the mind screams
People cannot hear

In the solitary confines where I live
I cower
Against a world
Full of evils

I long to be free
But fear binds me
Old scars threatening to open.

The world sees a mask
Of sanity, of logic.
I laugh amongst you...

But everyday, I lose it.
A madness that threatens to overwhelm.

Helplessness
Falling in an abyss
That no one can save me from.

Death in each breath i take
The meaninglessness of my life
Taking its toll on my youth, my health.

You cannot know the despair
The notion of worthlessness
Looming like a dark angry cloud.

Have I lived enough?
I cannot even feel the pain anymore.
I cannot even feel the need to need anymore.

Very simply... I do not matter
And I do not care.