underneath my sleves are the cuts
that made from yesterday's rain
the pain of yesterday are still here
the ocean touches my skin
and it hurts
the cuts bled
i opened my eyes and there
i was in the deep ocean
screaming, wants to live
but the anchor of yesterday's rain
keeps me pulling
I'm a fighter,
I'm strong
you left.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
underneath my sleves are the cuts
that made from yesterday's rain
the pain of yesterday are still here
the ocean touches my skin
and it hurts
the cuts bled
i opened my eyes and there
i was in the deep ocean
screaming, wants to live
but the anchor of yesterday's rain
keeps me pulling
I'm a fighter,
I'm strong
you left.
