feeling so so
is sometimes
as good as
it gets.

I may have held the gun
But I didn't pull the trigger

I may have tied the rope
But I didn't pull it tighter

I may have grasped the knife
But I didn't slice my flesh

I may have wanted to die
But it was you who did the killing

The air feels thick and heavy like the ocean,
Splashing over me with salty waves of blue
I can't breathe, my lungs fill up with foamy water
And I'm drenched inside a dark and greenish hue

A stone hangs over me, although it's heavy
The gravity can't reach him where he sits
I'm always worried that one night, he'll finally fall
When the glue that holds his place gives up and quits

There's never been a definite yes or no answer
It's always guesses until fake yeses come to mind
But no one knows a thing, we're all equally stupid
No snowflakes here, no true one of a kind