Asphyxiated

Asphyxiated between the sheets
I feel nothing, I am numb
Breathing becomes difficult
To this pressure, I succumb

don't push me, for I am weak
my heart, molded to concave
spiders crawl within my mouth
Steal my breathing space

depression is so useless-
Selfishly ruining my day,
These words, on my tongue
Which I've been waiting to finally say:

don't push me, I'm tired
And this frail smile isn't real
Pretending, though it is easy
I can hardly feel

Rotting today, my soul decays
As I become less of myself
Body, limp, with lethargy
Idle on the devil's shelf

Sanity, once of myriad
has faded to nothingness
Pain within the misery
You'll find my happiness