You know those eyes that give you chills?
so pretty, so bright, so deep and...dead.
You dont bother knockin' 'cause no ones answerin' you,
stuck as they are in a trance caused by pills.
Their eyes a summary of a story you've never read.
I see it in others but I see it there in mine, too.
When I go out of body and impartial
looking in a face that resembles mine
yet somethings different, somethings off.
It's familiar but I don't recognize it at all.
I search for the girl I used to be that I've yet to find.
the girl who was nice, kind, open, and soft.
Instead it's a cold raging storm I see
with just a lone figure struggin' not to drown.
Tryin' to keep her head up and make it back home
but the waves crash overhead, draggin' her out to sea.
Slammin' her around, continuously hittin' her down.
With salt in her eyes and a throat full of sea foam
she's ready to say to h_ll with it
f_ck it, no ones here to help me anyways
Kia give up please, I'm tired and worn ragged
I don't have anymore fight in me, I'm losing my grip
we fight the same battles every single day
Please Kia let go, stop fighting, our shoulders are saggin'
you know your arms are getting tired
and the winds are only getting stronger, waves harder.
we keep slippin' ever deeper into the darkness.
you've fought enough battles, it's time to retire.
you really think we're going to make it much farther?
no, so just swallow the water and accept Death's Kiss.
But wait...is that land up ahead?
Do we really have a chance to finally rest?
Kick harder, stronger in that direction.
Letting real hope form is something I don't dare
but I got to try and get out of this mess
to get out and start my life's correction
but every time I get close to solid ground
every time I feel the shifty sand beneath my feet
a 30 footer crashes and snatched me back out
pushing me under and yankin' me around.
by the time I resurface to breathe I'm beat
the hope slips away replaced with fear and doubt
Will the pages of my story always be wet?
Is the girl I used to be, forever dead?
I'll never be able to rest again will I?
When I look in the mirror my gaze is set,
eyes dark and shiny, face splotchy and red,
tired, 'cause for hours all I did was cry.
