This waking nightmare lingers, I just want to make it stop. I can't say to myself i'm good enough, I can't look in the mirror without telling myself lies. There are places I want to go, some might be fair from where I am, but what do I have to lose. Friends who care? A life I want to live? I live in a dark room, four walls surround my every move, black tear stained walls face me. A flickering light shines in the corner, what's left of my hope showly fades as every drop of wax hits the floor. As the wick turns charcoal black. My dreams bring me back to reality, my reality I wish was a dream. I'm reaching out for someone to rescue me from my life, save me from this pit of desparation. I've lost more than I know, and have gained nothing in return. My lifes a black hole consuming me every thought, every action, and every emotion. I have nothing else, but myself and the still air that surrounds my body. I lay here in my pit, six feet underground, far from the suns touch in a wooden box waiting to be lifted from my body.