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?
Let’s play
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
Why try
Why bother
Why
Underwater I go
Surviving somewhere between the light of the surface and the darkness below
