Saving myself slowly
am tired of holding onto falso hopes and dreams...nothing I want for myself will ever happen. I shouldn't be alive, it is something I don't deserve. But still something keeps me here, waiting for something. Something to bring me out from under my rock. The damn rock that is held up by something, something left behind by someone who promised long ago to come save me...But never have they returned and my light fades, and the something holding the rock is giving away. When will they come back to save me? When will my light in life once again burn bright from the contact of theirs. As it gets darker I feel weaker and I try so hard to gather the strength to save myself but..I just can't get into the sun light, which would surely burn my skin which has been in the dark for so long. The moon light beckons me out but I do not answer it's call, because all my fears are realized in the forest that surrounds my failing shelter.
I am now being crushed by the rock, my chest ready to collapse as breathing becomes harder with every breath. I can't hold out much longer, for with each passing day my eye lids lower and so does the rock. But I still have hope, and that hope is what keeps me from sleeping and never waking again. I hold hope and I still believe in the promises made so long ago. I won't give in yet. There may now be much worth living for but what there is I want. So if I am never seen or heard from again, I am happy nd I have chosen to save myself, my battle was won and my heart lifted of the pains of the past. Just remember that the grass may be greener on the other side, but it is also invested with insects. My grass is what I made for it when I wanted it to grow. Right about now my grass looks a whole lot better than what it could be if I were on the other side.
I am now being crushed by the rock, my chest ready to collapse as breathing becomes harder with every breath. I can't hold out much longer, for with each passing day my eye lids lower and so does the rock. But I still have hope, and that hope is what keeps me from sleeping and never waking again. I hold hope and I still believe in the promises made so long ago. I won't give in yet. There may now be much worth living for but what there is I want. So if I am never seen or heard from again, I am happy nd I have chosen to save myself, my battle was won and my heart lifted of the pains of the past. Just remember that the grass may be greener on the other side, but it is also invested with insects. My grass is what I made for it when I wanted it to grow. Right about now my grass looks a whole lot better than what it could be if I were on the other side.