I keep dropping everything for you,
but you won't help me pick anything up.
Instead, you drag me away from my pile of things,
so we can pick up yours, and go back to that place.
That place isn't my favorite, in fact it's the worst.
I can't speak, or sleep, or even eat.
I'm suffocating in this casket you keep me in,
while all my things grow mold and become so overwhelming.
So overwhelming, which means it's hard to face them.
And so my pile of things keeps growing,
and I keep helping you clean and organize-
in the hopes that you'll help me clean up just a little bit of my own.

If I were to scream
while drowning in water
would anyone hear me?

I just want to move on, but it’s so hard.
Because we facetime so often
And you still call me babe.

I'm slipping into an ocean
filled with doubts
and i'm mentally unwell.
These thoughts eat at me,
like fish in a feeding frenzy.
I keep getting bitten-
each chunk leaves and
I'm slowly forgetting
who I am and who I want to be.
Someone just reach out and save me.
I can only do so much on my own.
I'm swimming but what use is that
when I'm in the middle of a sea.
I have no assistance.
No boats, not even a floatie.
I just need some sort of release
from treading endlessly.
So please help me to save me.
I can't keep this up.
I'm becoming hopelessly exhausted.
I'm going to sink,
and when I do,
just promise you'll remember me.