There is a sixteen year old drowning in my gut
I am holding his head down under water
He is me
It’s a sad fact that if you want to improve
You have to die
You have to **** yourself
He struggles mightily, though
And on days like this
He claws his way to the surface of my skin
All the old scars of the last five years
His mocking reminders that I am not free
Stand out in the cold winter air
So if teary eye or frowning mouth you see
I’m busy drowning my old self
Or is he drowning me?
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
There is a sixteen year old drowning in my gut
I am holding his head down under water
He is me
It’s a sad fact that if you want to improve
You have to die
You have to **** yourself
He struggles mightily, though
And on days like this
He claws his way to the surface of my skin
All the old scars of the last five years
His mocking reminders that I am not free
Stand out in the cold winter air
So if teary eye or frowning mouth you see
I’m busy drowning my old self
Or is he drowning me?
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