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If only there was a way to cure all this pain, I feel it all day, every day, so deep it's in my veins.

I wish I could just die already or, at least, stay asleep, Nobody ever listens so at least they won't hear a peep.

I listen to everyone else's problems but their ears are deaf to mine, When it comes to reaching out, nobody has the time.

Or maybe it's because nobody understands, I harbor so much pain but can only scratch the sands.

There's a whole ocean that lingers at my feet, But nobody dares to tread the waters (not even myself), for they're far too deep.

I've tried building boats many times out of all the wreck, But I'm constantly patching holes as the Red Sea bleeds through the deck.

I don't know how much more of this I can take, being lost at sea, "MY BOAT IS SINKING!" ... won't anyone hear my plea?

Along comes a shark, not one, not two, not three, Thousands circle my boat, waiting, as they're hungry.

"Join us for a swim?" asks one shark to me, "Come on... the water is warm! Isn't this what you are missing?"

The waters lap at my feet but they are freezing cold, I open my mouth to these lies, but the waters take hold.

My lungs begin to burn as the sharks begin to swarm, "See? What did I tell you? Isn't that warm?"

Posted Mar 7, 2018, 8:05 PM UTC