Drowning

I was a woman drowning in my own tears, bound by the chains of my own depression.

No one around to listen to my story and be the ear to my painful confessions.

Who will save me from me, who will be my eyes in the dark when I can’t see?

Looking around I saw that there was only me,

So I swam to the shores of motivation and dried myself off with aggression,

And just as I made it to the shores of success, I saw a woman who couldn’t catch her breath.

So with the motivation that I had left, I became her eyes and I allowed her my ears,

I became her life jacket, and together we floated around in her painful tears.

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