I am on the dock looking at the sea
I am not afraid if it eats me
I am not afraid if I drown
I am not afraid if I die
So then why do I struggle when they push me in?
Why do I cry when I try and hold on to what was never there?
Because this time when I slip up there will be no one to help me.
I will fall and fall deep into the ocean
And maybe this time instead of trying to swim to the surface
I will just let myself fall.
I'm so tired of fighting for nothing
What is it that I crave so much on the surface?
The surface doesn't like me and I don't like the surface.
So why am I so desperate to go back?
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Poetry
PoesiaI have to get my feelings out some way I guess. Like that's all this book is gonna be about. Read if you want to but there will be some dark shit in here. Just warning y'all
