Ask Me How It Feels

Don't do this

I don't want this to happen
But it seems it's coming soon
Maybe we can stop it
At least
Take it
Slow
Our rafts are drifting
The twine is tearing
I feel like a rubber band
Desperately
Holding the logs together
Until we reach the sand

People take sides
and give nothing back
They think we're all on the same page
But I don't feel how they think
I'm just a paperclip
Losing its grip
And the papers are gently falling
Front the pile

Don't split down the middle
Don't tear my sheet in half
I thought we were a family
But creases litter the page
And I feel like a piece of tape
Covering the rips
When really
I'm not needed
And I should just let go