I can't dig myself out of this hole.
One I dug myself into.
This figurative ditch that I
Got Thrown, pushed, shoved into.
Staring into the black.
Knowing that down here my hopes and dreams are
Unreachable. Unrealistic. Unattainable.
How funny that as I claw myself out of this hole
I simultaneously bury myself in my unrequited hopes and dreams.
Unsure of how to get myself out
Or even how I dug myself in.
Why I'm bleeding
Into my darkness
A marionette being played by the Fates
Pulled into 'functioning' and 'smiling'
By the strings they call my life.
Survival is key.
Just a puppet.
On their familial strings.