Digging Myself Out

Speechless and scattered As the hole began to formulate, Bruised and severely battered As the pain increased in weight. The crevice continued to expand Frightening actually how I became, Suddenly trapped in the ignited land Stuck inside what became a flame. My burning heart felt scared No motivation to even seek light, Seems like I really never cared Or even attempted the slightest fight. To fight for the living of my life To battle my own helpless soul, Hopeless as I pulled out my knife Contemplating air and deepening the hole. When the fire stopped to burn I shivered and gasped for air, Pondering how living took this awful turn To a never ending nightmare of despair. Though apart of me wanted to breathe So I needed to dig myself out, At least to tame what lied beneath And to take the airborne route. Just wanted it all to end To give up climbing out of the hole, Only for my family and friend-- Did I still hold minimal control. Eventually things did change And it became easier to breathe, Feeling less deranged Continuing to climb from what's beneath.