I don't try to hold my head above the water,
a mix of tears and blood,
an ocean of my own creation.
I can't help but think,
when did my life go so wrong?
I trace my steps back,
trying to see the wrong turn,
That led me here.
This isn't what I was supposed to be,
there's just no way.
I think that,
Fate has to be punishing me,
for something
Because I can't accept the fact,
that I followed the path here,
that I ignored all the cautionary signs,
I can't handle the fact,
that I did this to myself.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:37 PM UTC
I don't try to hold my head above the water,
a mix of tears and blood,
an ocean of my own creation.
I can't help but think,
when did my life go so wrong?
I trace my steps back,
trying to see the wrong turn,
That led me here.
This isn't what I was supposed to be,
there's just no way.
I think that,
Fate has to be punishing me,
for something
Because I can't accept the fact,
that I followed the path here,
that I ignored all the cautionary signs,
I can't handle the fact,
that I did this to myself.
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