Buried

Sitting alone
Watching the midnight sky
I ponder at the world.

Even as it passes me by
Problems deep inside my mind
Begin to bubble up.

So I'm not truly alone...
It just feels that way
Everone else's troubles
Not my own.

Almost everyday I sit
Sit and listen,
Slowly it all builds
Seeking release.

I lay myself down
As my eyes glaze over
Voices fade
Finally I find myself alone.

The only problem...
Their issues remain
My own problems buried
Under miles of SHIT!

I'm almost dead
Yet still they keep talking
Piling more upon me.

I sit
I listen
And do you know why?

Because the people killing me
Are all people I love and care about.

Thus I sit...
And I take what they dish out
They don't know what they're doing.

So I'll wait
Til I suffocate
Then They'll be alone.

Let them see what it's like...

Without me...