Aug 2018
I hate myself so much for this
I'm in this vicious cycle, see
The current pulling under me
I feel so numb and lost at sea
Sometimes in the ebbing tide
You can hear my lonely cry
Yet all the boats that come by
Leave me there alone to die
I hate myself so much for this
Some ships seem to understand
And come close with outstretched hand
But just to feel the wind and sand
The truth is, the fault is mine
I knew the dangers of the brine
But ships beyond the shoreline
Drew me in like fishing line
I'm in this vicious cycle, see
The current pulling under me
I feel so numb and lost at sea
Sometimes in the ebbing tide
You can hear my lonely cry
Yet all the boats that come by
Leave me there alone to die
I hate myself so much for this
Some ships seem to understand
And come close with outstretched hand
But just to feel the wind and sand
The truth is, the fault is mine
I knew the dangers of the brine
But ships beyond the shoreline
Drew me in like fishing line
Analogy for desperation on the internet and the vicious cycle of depression and loneliness that pulls people in. It's 2am but I haven't gone to bed because I feel so lonely all the time. Pretty stupid, huh?
