Looking over, down below
I can feel myself begin to overflow
The waves rise as I feel my stomach churn
I would rather have my skin set alight and start to burn
Rivers form behind my eyes
As I cry out to the skies
My body shivers, not from the cold
But from a mental prison that cannot be controlled.
However, what scares me the most is I don’t know why
Because what does that imply?
That my mind is nothing but a coin flip
And with heads, I’m fine, but with tails, I lose my grip
My fear of the world around me is never-ending
Yet, I still wish I could stop pretending
Until that day comes, I’ll continue to sink
Never able to truly think.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC