I'm dead
Alone
Depressed
Obsessed
in leaving
this abode
they call
life
in hell ..
the stress
the pain
the tears
never-ending
my morning meal
is the ache i eat
when the birds come and sing..
it's no fantasy anymore
it's real life horror I face
to be born in a place
where everyday is a race to be loved and full of grace
by someone who's love is deceased with no intentions of being regained
Happy place is something they don't call home
or nothing at all
maybe just a space in my head...