I would wade in the deep end,
And stop swimming.
But something made me float.
I would imagine turning the wheel,
Crashing into the ditch.
But something left me on the road.
I’ve been broken.
I cracked,
But no one could tell.
My spirit shattered.
I lived my life,
Wanting to die.
But the heartbreak,
I would leave behind,
Kept me alive.
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
I would wade in the deep end,
And stop swimming.
But something made me float.
I would imagine turning the wheel,
Crashing into the ditch.
But something left me on the road.
I’ve been broken.
I cracked,
But no one could tell.
My spirit shattered.
I lived my life,
Wanting to die.
But the heartbreak,
I would leave behind,
Kept me alive.
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