Dear World you affect me as my mirror does
Feelings attacking me as I try and make sense of everything
Sinking down in broken glass
Not even the blood can wake me from the nightmare of me
Questioning the reason for existence
What part do I play
Each day I am consumed with polluted air
Choking me as I inch closer to the door
I desire to be that blown out candle
Shaken like the earth when it began
Falling deeper and deeper until I can fall no more
Each day is a struggle as a boat in the open sea
As the storm comes and currents get rough
I don’t know how much longer I can go along the currents
Sometimes when I blink I remind myself I am not dead yet
Then I get even more sullen
Though grateful for which I have in life
Life does not know
Deep seas within my mind and heart
