when i was a kid, i pretended i could
breathe underwater so that if i was
ever caught in a wave for too long
i wouldn't panic- but now my hands are
shaking and i can feel my lungs getting tight
and my ear drums are starting to pound, and
these ceilings are
crushing
me.

I love the tortured soul,
The damaged one under all the new,
The one with tears and bruises,
The one for sale and in the back;
The untouchable.
I’ll fix you.
Come to me and I’ll give you all I've got.  
From the clothes I’m wearing to the money in the bank.
I’ll help you no matter what.
We may not know where we're going
We may not have a plan,
But chin up; we’ll get there.
Don’t believe it?
Well, you got me and we'll figure this out together.
Take my hand, come with me,
This journeys too far to see,
But hey, look at me,
We’ll get there,
I promise.