May 2019
Lead me to the dark blue ocean.
Push me down, help me sink.
It can’t get any darker.
I am ready, drowning is my will.
Push me down, help me sink.
It can’t get any darker.
I am ready, drowning is my will.
I wrote this a year ago when I was headed to the bottom again. I'm glad I don't identify myself in those lines anymore, at least most of the time.
