As I lay here thinking of my life and how much I am depended on by everyone. I can't help but wonder what they would do without me. If one day I was just not there, would they be able to go on with their life and do things for themselves or just turn to someone else for help.
I would not be missed until they needed something and I was not there to save them or help them. but who is here to save me?
I am falling into this deep hole that I have created of my life. That I cannot get out of no matter how hard I try. It just keeps caving in on me smothering me. I can't breathe, I am suffocating under all this mess I am supposed to call my home.
It seems more like a torture chamber slowly killing me taking a little of my soul everyday. Soon I will be nothing but a shell an empty body with no heart or soul. Not caring if I live or die just wishing for the day it all will end. I will be buried in my hole with no one to help pull me out.
They can't hear my screams life is just going on with no thought of me at all no one misses me until its to late. I am already gone buried in my home all alone in a house full of people.
