Place one hand on my shoulder and guide my head under You welcomed me to the world so let me drown at your fault Smile at me faintly as the waves ripple over my eyes and fill my lungs Like a babe being baptised you hold the back of my skull Now, not to keep me from drowning but to show me your gentle touch As my body erupts in panic, I flail I feel your love And for the slights you caused I feel your sorrow But I am too far gone, no longer needing your hands to keep me afloat Or to hold me under
2020 was a dark place, lately I feel myself returning to that place (to that mentality, and I feel her at the centre of my issues)