Buried alive

*Just a little note first: this is not a 'suicide or death wish' poem. I am an agoraphobic (yes, I'm coming out of the closet LOL) and this just explains how it feels to suffer uncontrollable severe anxiety and panic on a bad day. I think others who also suffer this condition would say 'yes, this is really how it feels'. We do our best to hide the condition with humor, but the tougher days are more like this. Thank you for reading it. I hope it helps people to understand the condition a little better :)) BURIED ALIVE It feels like someone Has buried me alive Clawing to get out I try to survive Trapped in a casket No way to get out Screaming to be rescued No one hears my shout Deeper and deeper Into the pit of despair And slowly but surely I'll run out of air The air's getting thinner I cannot breath Like hands clutched to my throat There is no relief I try to shout louder But still on deaf ears Are they all so heartless They can't see my tears The casket is lowered Into the grave Alive but just bearly No way to be saved Again a cry in anguish But no one will hear Trapped and alone With only my fear Maybe it's better If death really did win I'd finally be free Of this torment I'm in But then I cry out 'I DO WANT TO LIVE' I struggle to fight So much yet to give These are the feelings I keep locked within me The reason they don't help 'Cause I don't let them see I keep it all hidden For it would be wrong If they should discover I'm really not strong So in my silence Alone in despair God won't you help me If you really are there? I pound and I pound I shout and I shout God help me please Please let me out! Written January 28th, 2002 © on Jan 29 2002 03:48 AM PST   0 • 1