How do I appease the pieces of me that accept defeat,
a covered smile, buried deep, thrilled about the secrets I keep.
"Tag, you're it," screams signs of relief,
trailing away, fading light, another answer that leads to grief.
I plaster missing persons posters in my mind,
praying to an invisible something that it's me that it'll help find.
I'm hurting and I don't know why,
This well runs deep, but it's not filled with tears to cry.
There are memories of memories that pull down into descent,
I can't "rise up" when my thoughts have me buried in cement.
Take a deep breath, inhale, there's a remedy at the door,
like a thousand lives before, my will is chained to the floor.
I reach for you, Comfort, a name carved into this grave,
you didn't sign up for this - a lost cause troubled, for you to save.
On one hand, four digits, my blessings combined,
I can't seem to open up, because I'm scared of what we'd find.
Let me go, sink, become one with the mud,
wash away my sins, cleanse my soul, swept away in the flood.