SLIVER

Been considerate to people
Who are inconsiderate of me
Life has never been this tough
And the fight is never easy.

Holding a sliver piece of hope
Hoping to keep these legs running
As I wage underwater alone
And remain myself from drowning.

Inside a minute box I dwell
With tight walls and compact edges
Gasping for air and so unwell
Suffocated from false wishes.

Walking slowly on my tiptoes
On an ice sheet glass-like floor
Along with all my dead heroes
Reaching out for that frozen door.

Inside me I hear a loud scream
A call for help I never called
I'd turn this nightmare into a dream
Hopeful for happiness when I'm old.