Alone.
Like a pit in my stomach that continues to grow.
A weed in my soul,
a boat with no row.
You continue to smile,
Even as you choke.
Like trying not to cough
As you inhale the smoke.
It seems to work for all you see,
People continue their lives as they leave you be.
You're inside a deep well,
With nowhere to go.
You look up high,
But you find yourself below.
And Who will pull you out while you drown?
You are a treasure that will never be found.
You are to be cherished, but they don't care enough to see,
the drowning of your heart,
Like an ax to a tree.
and like a spotlight that will never come around,
A home in the dark you may have found.
So many will say that it is not right,
But You blow out the flame, so your eyes may adjust to the night.
