Idk
My life is a well
I'm stuck at the bottom
It's one step forward, two steps back
I yearn for that push to help me out
No one is in presence
Being alone seems to be a hobby of mine lately
Willingly or not
Drip. Drip. Drip
I look up
Splash, greater amounts
Water being poured in the well
I'm drowning in my own life
My breath is limited
My screams are unheard
Actions unseen
I start to think
Was I supposed to go out this early?
Is my time on Earth near the expiration date?
Clink. Clink. Clink
The coins of negativity
Avidly and happily being thrown towards me by my peers
I wonder what their wish is
I hope it comes true
Treading, breathing increasing
No longer are my feet touching the ground
It's up to me to save myself now
Do I even want to?
Seems like I'm the only one fighting for the savior of my life
Light is in rapid decline
Looking up again, a lid
Blocking my only opportunity of survival, a lid is covering the well
By whom?
No other than myself
Copyright © Alex Riker | Year Posted 2013
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