Be my Tulips

d r o w n i n g

When drowning in a puddle of self loathing,
Of pity,
Of heartbreak,
Of anything that has ever gone wrong in your life,
Are you the anchor,
Or the buoy,
It's often hard to distinguish the two
Until your drowning yourself
And then in your own hands you must decide
Do you carry on and drag everyone down
While you trap yourself at the bottom
Or do you attempt to find a buoy to help you float
After all how would you help others or yourself if your drowning without a float

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