I'm on an ocean of pain and little joy.
There is nothing I want more then the shore.
My shore is you but I can't find you.
I am lost in a journey that will never end.
I travel for days on end no sleep no water or food.
Can I survive a day longer?
There is nothing more then I want then the shore.
I look to the horizon and wish you were here with me holding me from the storms that crash against me.
Protecting me from the waves the splash against me.
Hiding me from the wind that burns me skin.
But the shore is to far and I can't hold on any longer so I do what any needie person would do.
I let myself slip and break.
Now my wrists bleed for you.
And now what will you do?
