You sail in a sea of my tears & traumas,
You don’t care,
You dip your hand in to capture a drink,
It’s bitter, sad, tainted.
You, like everyone else, tell me to change it,
‘It’s easy’
You act as though I want this,
I have a choice in my emotions, reactions,
You act as though I can change the shape of my soul,
I can’t.
It’s unpredictable, the sea I created.
Unlike you, who sails straight through,
I’m drowning,
And I sink deeper and deeper,
As I realize you didn’t even care enough to spare a glance back,
I let go as I realize you can’t,
You WON’T help me.