Twenty minutes ago, when the clock struck twelve,

Became the day that three months ago my life was struck with a heavy blow.

Since then my life has been out of control,

And I'm but a lump of flesh, I know, so my wish of floating away will never be so.

That night, ninety days ago, is the first I wished I would truly be the one below.

"When I'm six feet below," people have always joked,

Is now the torture that I will forever know.

My sweetest bubs, Im so scared to show,

To all these extras in my life that I'm no longer whole.

I lie in bed for hours with no sleep to be shown,

For this hard work that living is, can't you help keep me afloat?

You see, now I'm washed up on the shore below,

The one in my dreams that is far below,

Don't you see the jagged rocks, there to cushion my fall? Whether sleeping or waking, life is never worth the weight of my constant choke.

Is this all some kind of shitty joke?