I can't dig myself
I can't dig myself out of this hole.
One I dug myself into.
This figurative ditch that I
Got Thrown, pushed, shoved into.
Staring into the black.
Knowing that down here my hopes and dreams are
Nothing.
Unreachable. Unrealistic. Unattainable.
Nothing.
How funny that as I claw myself out of this hole
I simultaneously bury myself in my unrequited hopes and dreams.
Unsure of how to get myself out
Or even how I dug myself in.
Why I'm bleeding
Into my darkness
I'm ozing
A marionette being played by the Fates
Pulled into 'functioning' and 'smiling'
By the strings they call my life.
Survival is key.
Just a puppet.
On their familial strings.
Hanging
In
Despair
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sanny123
when I was a kid I tried to make a club house by digging a hole don't ask me why. Anyway, I had this little shovel and I dug the hole a little too deep I couldn't climb out. I sat there wondering what I could do. I started carving stairs into the side and climbed out of there. Maybe, you can somehow find a way to carve some-symbolically of course. Just a thought. You are capable of doing anything if you put your mind to it, but you have to believe that you can actually do it to succeed. :)