Floating or is it drowning?
Air bubbles of hopes and dreams rise above me
Seemingly unattainable the further down I go
Do you know how it feels?
Shackled feet, weighted wrists
A prisoner of my own emotions
Heavy, I feel heavy. All the time.
Brushing my own hair seems like a victory
Victory in the small things right?
Do I stay or do I go? Do I care?
Russian roulette, except not with a gun
My disregard to this thing I call my life is the weapon
The numbness and risky behavior the bullet
Drunk, the pain seeps out of my pores
My subconscious numbed by pain
Underwater I go
Surviving somewhere between the light of the surface and the darkness below