drown
do you know how many times i actually gave a fuck?
do you know how many times i was dragged through the streets?
kicked? harassed? dug holes under my bed just to get away
it was my mind playing tricks
and you just added to it.
there is so much pain behind my eyes
you can't tell because they're the color of the ocean to you
yet
im the one drowning
i've lost the ability to swim
once you told me you crave visitng the ocean since the sunsets make you feel whole
who do i believe?
me? the one drowning?
or you who sees beautiful sunsets?
one of us is lying to each other.
i've known myself forever and im drowing
so unles you somehow know better
please
release my hand
i want to
drown.
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