buried alive

With my hands on my face, 

My breath can’t escape,

As I wait for the truth in his words.

I hope they’ll wake me up,

From this sick nightmare but,

They only make the nightmare worse.

My whole world is in question,

“Real” hangs in the tension,

Then drops to the ground like a weight.

In desperation I hold on,

But my reality is gone,

Exchanged for one that I hate.

I’m unable to move,

With new images of you,

Paralyzed from what doesn’t make sense.

You’ve taken my life,

Stabbed it with a knife,

As I undo and redo past events.

My mind spins around,

Every lie tumbles down,

Lifeless memories collapse with my body.

I writhe on the floor,

Agony of the unsure,

This anguish further pounding on me.

With each question I ask,

I hope he takes his words back,

But answers drive the nails in the coffin.

I am buried alive.

Through my bloodshot eyes,

I see only darkness I’m now lost in.