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May 2012
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.
Written by
J Weir
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