My emotions are like the fog rolling in over the tide.
They reflect the waves that push me further into the murky waters around me,
And further from my sense of humanity.
My anchors are weak,
I can't seem to attach myself to any one place,
And I know I'm leaving a wreckage of broken hearts along the ocean floor.
I can only wait for the moment my ripped sails stop moving me forward,
And for my leaky boards to cause this ship to sink.
I scream for someone, anyone to save me,
Because I'm so terrified of drowning.
But my pleas go unheard,
And I'm certain my bones will add to the wasteland I've caused below.
I cross my heart in X's as I prepare to die,
Because anchors sink,
And I'm the biggest anchor you've ever seen.
