Plight (part 1)

Wrapped in disillusions of discontent, I lay in a state of half slumber, a state of misconceived realities that may very well be more real than the life I’ve held so dear. Fade away to nothing and you may know how it is to be me, to be invisible. Cut yourself deeply and you will know how it is to feel as I do,.. Bleeding from wounds that can not be seen. Torturously I find myself sunken into my own shallow pit of despair, unable to climb out for you have given me the tools to shackled myself, held down by a feeling of self worthlessness.