Life is just like fruit.

Gonna stop breathin.........Sickin, to my depth within.......All the damn constant beggin.......Always askin.......Buggin......Raggin me ........Under my skin, gettin me........Deep crawlin inside me.........Cause its only them tryin.....To keep me cryin.......Just to keep them fly ......highin.......Constantly wantin......Materialistic bullshit somethin.......I am straight strugglin.....Financially jugglin......My poor heartstrings they keep yankin, pullin.....They just cant keep it coolin......Thinkin i'm straight foolin.....These kids are trippin......My damn Moms is flippin.......Ain't no still waters, they still runnin.......Like I'm expected to........I keep fallin.......Never felt less than......I do now......I'm never losin my coolin.....I did that before ......it did nothin but run my ship ashore ........Yet they still wantin more......The bar was set far too high......I did NOT set that shit, did I?.....It's a massive hole......I keep stallin.....backwards...

         Supine in a grave of my design. Earth slowly covers me. Suffocation imminent. Willing myself to hold on and get up. Moving is impossible. Did I place myself here? Allowing this to be my eternal grave of perdition. Starting this was a place to hide, to run away from everything. Nothing could reach me. Especially not myself. Numbness only resides here. A bottomless void fades into an entirety. Not remembering when I stopped finding the line where numbness should end then self should begin. No savior can deliver me from the wasteland I have become. No rescue. No safety net. Everything around me became infectious then I became breathless. Feeling death encroaching welcoming it more over time. The arrival of the end, asphyxiation in all its fruition. A secret hidden place that slowly drifted into a disease. Pestilence sliding everything I've known into obliteration. Giving me no heartbeat. Termination. A grave dug by only me. This grave is at capac...