Glow?

Below.

Life is lived under two feet of water, And I can see the world on land.

Above.

The clouds are upon me, the days and nights bleed into one-and-other, and yet you all carry on without me

Outside.

Around me the babies are crying, the children laughing, the teens smoking pot, and the parents drinking wine.

Inside.

I am dying slower every day. not enough to keep me living, enough to keep me alive

let me sleep.