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Stuck In A Hole
I’m stuck in a hole I can’t get out of.
Stuck there with nothing but air, but I still can’t breathe.
Stuck there with the memories of happiness, broken hearts, and devastation.
It seems as if it’s normal that no one’s came looking for me.
I somehow enjoy this little hole I can’t get out of.
On the third day I begin to cry.
On the fourth day I begin to start the journey to the top.
The fifth day has came and I’m nowhere near the top.
Yet I’m still two feet above the point which I sat for two days.
I finally get out and the world is dark and cold.
Darker and colder than the hole was, I’d rather fall back down there.
Standing there by myself in a mysterious world,
Thinking of how my hole is my safe-zone.
Finally I remember I’m in the world all alone with no one.
No one but myself.
And that’s just the way I like it.
