And I’ve begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper.
(What is wrong with me)
And I’ve begun my misery.
I celebrate my death annually
And with no control I watch my grave grow deeper
As I slowly begin to walk towards it.
And while walking towards it
I trip and fall.
I sit awake to prevent from falling
And while lying awake I see a door being shut.
I begin to suffocate as I gasp for breath.
And as I look over my lifeless body
I think to myself.
Is this how it ends?
A life composed of misery, a life that trapped me.
(the life that killed me)
