I wished I had the strength to carry on
I, I wished that I could see a light in this dark but I am a ship that sees an iceberg and I am trying to turn so we can collide.
I want it to tear a hole in me so this oil can leak into the water and just drift. I want to feel again what it's like to sink, deeper and deeper down so that I may ponder upon my thoughts alone, where no one knows I exist.
So I can tell myself a lie that I almost made it.
J.M. Preston
