I keep trying to swim but know I'm drowning
I'm in debt for what seems like thousands
of leagues under the sea
All I want is to breathe but
feels like this pressure has a hold on me
Like a grasp that looks like the hand that feeds
I can feel its greed but still feel the need to bite that hand

Empath I feel the vibes
That can't be described
So grab my hand and feel my energy
Live vicariously through me
When you feel uncertain
Know inside we are all still hurting
From the feelings we think we can't let out
You're not a let down but please let down your hair
Stress will turn them Grey
Know it's okay not to be okay

Don't tell me that you love me
I don't like that ****
So I bite my lip
And I hold my tongue
For the things you said
Made me feel so dumb
And My heart so cold
Never been so numb
What did i do to you?
What are you running from?

You got a life
And so do I
Reasons keeping us apart and I'm always asking
why?

Am I only temporary?
Are we chill?
Do you only like me when you have time to ****?

How am I here without the ones I wanna keep so close
People that check on me and help me smile the most
Even a clown needs a break to breakdown

I don't need anyone make me happy
But I can't be a romantic if I can't be sappy
Just an untapped tree
With roots oh, so, *****

Twisted like the silence swirling echoes in my head
Emptiness like indents of where you used to sleep
Secrets we'll have until we're dead
Surrounded by promises no one plans to keep

Too many feelings got me feeling temporary

Are you willing to take but not give?
100% perspective
Can you give and not expect anything in return
Respect among favors and friendship earned
Show me the level of your appreciation
An even 50/50 split reciprocation

Am I real?
Is real my expectations?
Realistically setting goals to create a strong foundation
Realizing somethings in the world just can't be changed
Inside myself there's unexplained
Mysteries as to why I can't contain
My bleeding heart because when it rains
It pours and that's real
Real close to home and where it hits
Under trees sufficed in mist
I can't miss and opportunity to grow
Late night words to let you know
When my pen hits paper
I develop a flavor
and find a way to feed my soul

Viral Vixens Vicariously Vigilant
Venturing through Vibes and Visions