The bodies in the graveyard of my mind.

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there are days where i cannot express how i feel

so, i sing.

so i paint.

so i fight.

so i do everything but tell you how i feel like im drowning.

how i feel the gas tank is empty.

how i feel like there is a pair of cement boots pulling me down.

i dont tell you i can barley swim.

you dont know all i can do is doggy paddle.

you think i could be an olympic swimmer,

yet you dont see the tears falling from my eyes filling this pool i swim in, the one thats pulling me down deeper than i ever wanted to go.