living makes me want to die
while the sound of the river keeps playing,
and my privilege will soon drown it out
as the river trickles down my ears,
but i keep hearing the same song.
I dance in the rain
people start to believe my lies
and I splash in a puddle.
i laugh with grief
there is no me anywhere, anymore
My clothes are soaked with protection.
I run and run and scream and play,
Waist deep in my little river,
it's thick
must be the polution
no one hears my calls or wishes.
I let myself float care free.
I hold my breath everyday
I feel it slosh in my brain
I won't wake up from this dream
I'm sinking
drip
drip
I hear the river stream
as it moves past my body
as it moves through my body
it goes on
it goes on
it goes on
what goes on when i can't?
drop
drop
silence.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
living makes me want to die
while the sound of the river keeps playing,
and my privilege will soon drown it out
as the river trickles down my ears,
but i keep hearing the same song.
I dance in the rain
people start to believe my lies
and I splash in a puddle.
i laugh with grief
there is no me anywhere, anymore
My clothes are soaked with protection.
I run and run and scream and play,
Waist deep in my little river,
it's thick
must be the polution
no one hears my calls or wishes.
I let myself float care free.
I hold my breath everyday
I feel it slosh in my brain
I won't wake up from this dream
I'm sinking
drip
drip
I hear the river stream
as it moves past my body
as it moves through my body
it goes on
it goes on
it goes on
what goes on when i can't?
drop
drop
silence.
the two parts me and end together
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