In movies you see there is a person, Emerged in water,
Surrounded by darkness and Captivated by the silence.
You see they're drowning,
You can hear them
Desperately
Taking their last and final breath
But are greeted by water instead of oxygen.
You know they're dying
And so do they.
But in a miraculous change of events
A hand comes down to save them
Or they're awoken from their nightmare.
This is my situation.
I'm emerged in life,
Surrounded by hate
And captivated by the sadness.
I can see I'm not getting better.
I can feel myself
Desperately looking for my happiness.  Instead I'm greeted by loneliness.
I know I'm dying,
So does everyone else.
But this is reality; not a movie.
There are no miracles.
No ones going to reach out their hand and save me,
I'm a life not worth saving.
How can I wake up from a nightmare When my life is one?
                                                      ( K R W)