It must be December; no amount of summer could warm this cold
I feel like last week’s leftovers forgotten in the fridge covered in mold
I should have drowned by now, I’m standing on my tippy toes
In a 6ft deep pool, I never learned how to swim just so you know
I’m waiting, I’m gasping for air and no one can save me other than myself
Fighting an internal battle, is it possible to love and hate yourself??
Why won’t I give up? Let the water take me beneath it, I’m done struggling
I look up at a familiar night sky, why does all the unknown seem so troubling?
