Cold water feels warm

When you’re freezing,

As wheezing feels lively

When you’re dying.

6 feet under,

Yet I still wonder,

What is life

When you’re dead?

6 feet under,

Yet I hold out hope

That someone will hear my cries,

That they’ll see

I’m still alive.

Crying is comforting

When you’ve been sobbing

Your whole life.

Nightmares can be dreamy

When your life in the waking world

Is nothing short of hell.

Death is rebirth

When your life is

Barely lived.

So I cease my cries,

Never will I rise,

Sinking below 6 feet under

Feels like ascending

To the heavens.

As I rot here, alone,

I smile,

For why frown

When the only way out

Is down?