My life is a dream
where I walk underwater…
You can’t hear me scream
or acknowledge my slaughter…
With friends who assure me
that at least I look fine…
They could use some of this;
they say all the time.
But do they believe
that their lives are not lucky?
My dream is a nightmare
where I’m drowning hungry.
I imbibe everything;
that’s part of my curse…
I’m drenched and I’m drowning
but dying of thirst.
I eat and I drink and I laugh and
I fool them.
They don’t see my sickness
as I smile through them.
They don’t see the weakness
behind my blue eyes.
They don’t see my smiles
most often are lies.
They don’t see my demons
or struggles to tame them.
They don’t see me dying
and no one can blame them.
I feel I’m a soldier
that’s been taken hostage…
I try to survive
but I’m just so exhausted.
Written by Jason Wright
Saturday, March 9, 2013
