A knife through my heart
A pain in my soul
The harsh fact of life
Living so cold
In a warm house
With a warm bed
But never the less
I wish I was dead
For every breath I take
Every moment I breathe
I fade away
Into the gray
Between life and death
Despair and depression
Sometimes I rise from the gray
To a glimmer of white
But always
Without fail
The gray will return
And consume me
Smother me
Hold me
No matter how much I resist
No matter how hard I fight
It’ll drag me back down


Life shows me hope
And takes it away
A sliver of white
In an eternity of gray
I am but a speck in this sea
And with the goal so far away
And the current going the other way
I’ll never make it;
Not today,
Nor tomorrow,
Never.
3 days,
eternity,
same thing.
no difference….
no change…
no chance…
I will die in the gray,
But I will never “live” in it.
No!
Life only occurs outside of the gray.
In the white,
Where real people live,
Where there is emotion.
Here,
In the gray,
There is no life,
There is nothing really,
No state of being at least,
It simply is,
And everything in it…
Simply…….
Is………