I wish someone would ask me if I was okay.
It would be nice if anyone worried about me at all.
Truth is, they could ask but I most likely would claim fine when in reality I'm dying inside.

I communicate well enough.
Thats also why I wonder if anyone cares at all.
In those moments where I'm drowning
and I finally ask for help? No one answers.

I can only rely on myself.
I'm the only one making sure I'm okay
and I'm not right now.
Quite frankly I have no idea what to do
so I decided to write to you.

These days have got me praying to any god
knowing that whatever wave pulls me under,
I always have that split second in between them that I gasp for air and somehow manage to survive that way.. but thats not living is it?

I think about how I must've been really ****** in my past life. It's the only way I can cope with never being able to stand up and breathe for longer than a second. It has got to stop at some point right?