Just because you see me breathing, Doesn’t mean that I exist. The vital signs you thought you saw, Apparently, were missed.
I’m a gently drifting, lost balloon, Yearning to fly and be free, But my soul has been trapped; left to die and deflate On a limb of a cruel, twisted tree.
Caught in a blizzard; I shiver. Life fled with what warmth it could steal. The storm left a blanket of ice on my heart, Now I’m too cold and too numb to feel.
Alone, I will wait for Death’s knock on my door, As I waste away in my room. I fear I have buried myself quite alive, Now my body is merely a tomb.