I sink to the depths of my own demise
I seek to destroy that which i want most
I long to be part of what i never had
I scream and fall below the surface
If i was me, i would never grow so angry, if i was me, i would never feed the hate. If i were you, i would stand and watch, if i were you, i would never have let me go. My tears stain my hands and blind my vision, pull the trigger, the soul is left behind and the shell cracks open.
The deeper i go, the further i climb, from my own despair, a never ending pit of agony and pain. Everyone hurts, everyone sees, everyone feels, but everyone is not me.
Keep me swimming.....
I scream and fall below the surface.....
If i was me, i wouldnt to what im from, If i was me, i wouldnt write black with white. If i were that, i wouldnt be it, If i were her, i wouldnt be him. My mind stretches to fill the deepest gaps of my life, the answer eluding within a maze of events, happenings, it hurts.
The cloud of hate surrounds me now, choking me, the air drains from my lungs as it does my life. Struggling is beyong ability, alone i die, within myself, within my feelings.
Keep me swimming.....
I scream and fall below the surface.....
Screaming, below the waterline
I love this lline, I can see it clearly in my head.
I love this piece, i may have to :+fave: it. There is so much anger and depression and hate in it.
If i were her, i would never have let you go.