Drifting

There's no us in us when I'm lacking trust You want to discuss but all there is is disgust. I once looked up to you and now I can't even look The voice outside tells me to give a second chance How can I trust a voice that once was the poison I drank the water drowning my lungs. Now I'm just stressing thinking about the past. My Mama says the past is the past, just let it go But Mama, it won't let me go. Growling, clawing, digging into every pore until there is no more Room for me. Words are words and memories are memories. I was told just to sit with them and watch them drift away. Drift away I can drift away off this bridge at the right speed No one would notice No one would hear a sound No one would try and find Me Drifting in the depths of blue hues.