If my river of thoughts had a sound
You would hear the current pulling me,
Ripping me down
To the bottom of the low I've built myself
Under waves where I cant breathe.
And no one hears the screams for help
Because every gasp for air i take
I start to enjoy my lungs filling with water
Because I know it will soon be quiet.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:02 PM UTC
If my river of thoughts had a sound
You would hear the current pulling me,
Ripping me down
To the bottom of the low I've built myself
Under waves where I cant breathe.
And no one hears the screams for help
Because every gasp for air i take
I start to enjoy my lungs filling with water
Because I know it will soon be quiet.