The waves of these oceans Crash upon my drowning body. Seeing patterns in the sun, Slowly slipping from the reality I've been placed in.
As water fills my lungs, I dig for open land But water fills my open hands, And I know what to expect.
Let's dissect this thought process. I understand now that my slowly slipping mind will leave me drowning in the fear Of peers fearing for me. I'll begin to Forget things they said, And things I love as this insanity consumes me.