Do I jump right in,
or just slowly submerge,
and resist the urge
to quickly drown me?
Do I hold your hand
as I wade right in,
or force your head down
under my chin?
Or should I push you in
and go on alone...?
I feel optimistic
I feel saddened
I feel just fine
I feel rabid
I feel like losing every form of hope
I feel my grip slip on the rope
I feel, I feel, I feel
I- nevermind..
Like a corpsman from a failure,
Like a shell-shocked, ship-wrecked sailor,
Like a wounded, desert dog, or maybe
Like a shaken baby,
I crawl away from you.
I taste delicious irony
in all the things they say will **** me;
they tend to be the only things
that keep me breathing.
The light only shines though
after all the drink
and drugs I do
fully set in,
and I feel I can last again.
Amphetamine and LSD
Are the only cure for
what you've done to me.
Thanks to you
and all the opening up I do.
Thanks to me
and my trust for those around me.