I'M GROWING USED TO THIS ABYSS ALWAYS FLOATING, ALWAYS MISSING OUTSTRETCHED HANDS AND STUMBLING DOWN STUMBLING DOWN AND IF I GET A GRIP THAT'S WHEN THESE USELESS HANDS OF MINE SLIP AND I'M ALONE I'M ALL ALONE SO ARE YOU HERE TO HELP ME? OR ARE YOU HERE TO SAVE ME? WHY ARE YOU REALLY HERE AT ALL? TELL ME SO SOMEONE BREAKS THE SURFACE SURROUNDS ME WITH HOPE AND JUST AS I AWAKE TO SEE HER FACE SHE BREAKS FREE SHE LEAVES ME ALL ALONE IT'S LIKE CLUTCHING AT STRAWS IT'S LIKE AN UNSCALEABLE WALL IT'S LIKE WIPING YOUR FACE KNOWING THE TEARS RETURN THE TEARS RETURN CLUTCHING MY SIDES SCREWED UP LIKE A BALL A WHIRLWIND INSIDE A WHIRLWIND INSIDE MOUTH, EYES AND HANDS DON'T WORK MOUTH, EYES AND HANDS DON'T WORK AND THE RAIN DRAGS ME DOWN THE BEAUTIFUL RAIN DRAGS ME DOWN I WATCH THEM BAIL OUT LEAVE ME I'M A SINKING SHIP I'M A SINKING SHIP SO LEAVE ME LEAVE ME
Reason for writing:
Loneliness. Isolation. Being unable to transmit emotions from inside to outside. Sinking Ship has another life as a song.
Birth sign: Not entered
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