Inside the Mind of a Manic Teenager

The Tides

Grasping for air, I was weighed down,

Life is unfair, my heart not to be found.

Maybe I'm heaven, maybe I'm he'll,

The Tides are taking over, the further I fell.

The waves sneak in, the currents slither out,

Further in darkness, my hopes have most doubt.

The ocean gathers all my secrets and all my dreams,

The ocean washes them away tearing me from my seams.

Shackles on my ankles, a prisoner at heart,

Drowning, no breathing, as I fall apart.

I throw my emotions into the sea,

I hold in my guts, for death will not be.

The sun will rise the horizon shall burn a line,

I take a breath in remembrance that all takes time.

I gather the pieces to my twisted puzzle,

I rip off the restraints I burn the muzzle.

I glue myself back together,

Happiness is short, but sadness isn't forever.