The Hole

 I feel like I’m trying to climb out this hole that I threw myself into.

And I’m fighting for my life trying to claims up it to get to you.

Instead of giving me your hand, you’re slowly closing the hole up.

It’s getting darker. 

It’s harder to see you up there.

I’m grasping onto who you used to be with me.

I’m climbing faster but the dirt is getting heavier and heavier to get through.

There’s very little light left and it’s hard to keep moving forward.

I can see you looking down at me and I try to ask for your help.

But I realize you’ve closed the book on what we could be.

Now I know I’m buried here in your mind. 

I won’t be able to break free.