Some days it feels like the walls are closing in
No one hears or listens to the pain I am in,
I wonder if I am cursed or perhaps I have committed an unholy sin.
Always tethered to take the loss,
Not even one chance at winning.
It’s hard to keep my thoughts in check
When all I do is overthink,
My mind always has it foot on the accelerator.
People who I thought would’ve held me down,
Tend to be the ones who has an hold of the knife in my back.
I can’t even breathe a breath of fresh air
the atmosphere of toxicity,
Is all that I live in.
Striving to live, yet still I am struggling,
Needing help but no fucks giving.
In this hell hole I keep sinking,
Quicker than quicksand.
I am dying to live.
Still, I have died living!
©️Xavier J. Frazer
"X" Marks The Spot 