down deep
So, I have done it again. I have managed to dig this hole. I like my hole. I hide from the world in my hole. No one visits me here, no one ever calls. I blame them for giving up so easy. The only thing I own is this hole. It is their issue not mine. It gets lonely here. Sometimes, I talk to myself for company. Sometimes, I answer. Sometimes, I don't.
I am so deep in this hole, I can't see any light. I am drowning in darkness. Sometimes I want out. Now is one of those times. I am scared that I will never find my way out. Is there even a way out, or have I buried myself to deep? Have I covered the opening with all of the dirt and grime of this ugly ass world? My world. The world. My world. My hole.
My whole sense of being is warped. My hole...
I am so deep in this hole, I can't see any light. I am drowning in darkness. Sometimes I want out. Now is one of those times. I am scared that I will never find my way out. Is there even a way out, or have I buried myself to deep? Have I covered the opening with all of the dirt and grime of this ugly ass world? My world. The world. My world. My hole.
My whole sense of being is warped. My hole...