The Dark

i lie in the pit of darkness,
where i was left to die.
i think to myself,
and wonder why-
i was cursed with life.
slicing myself open with a butter knife,
all i can feel is my numbness for life;
all i can find is nothingness;
yet all i can see is you-
imprinted on my empty soul-
stomping and kicking, begging me
to let go.
whereas i am here now,
i wish i was there then;
fighting the battle of life,
instead of living dead,
and only in my head.
pondering on the thought of being alive;
images flash through my mind,
making me wonder why,
i don't get a chance at life.
wishing i was someone else;
somewhere else...all i can say,
is... maybe someday