Drowning

You can feel yourself being pulled into the deep end. 
The tides pull you left, right and center yet you refuse to call out to a friend. 
As if there's an anchor weighing you down. 
You can see me on the shore, pleading for you to take my hand, but instead you tell me to back down.

I can't understand why you chose to suffer when all I want to do is help.
You've never had it easy, not for even a day, but I'm just trying to change the cards that you were dealt.
I see your struggles, I understand your problems and I feel your pain. 
It's like you can't bring yourself to trust me, why can't you just accept that I love you even when there's nothing for me to gain?

You know that you're sinking and yet it seems you'd rather drown than take me with you.
I don't even wish that you felt the same way that I do, all I want is for you to confide in me too.
And although that may sound chivalrous, I would rather sacrifice myself than have to bear a world without you in it.
You always say that we're the only ones who understand each other, but now it seems your own hypocrisy is too dense to admit.

I don't know what to do anymore, I can't just sit back and watch you plunge into endless blues.
But I'm not the one who's meant to save you because I'm not the one who you decided to choose.
She's supposed to dive in head first, without any hesitation.
She's the person you want so why hasn't she given you any form of flotation?

No, instead she sits and pretends not to notice your muffled cries.
How can you possibly look at her with love while she remains stagnant as a part of you dies?
It's killing me, I feel my throat closing and my eyes are starting to tear.
How can it be that she's the one who has your heart and yet as you slowly descend, I'm the one trembling in fear?

I can't begin to fathom why she has the privilege of calling you hers.
Or why you silently fall deeper into nothingness until your vision blurs.
But what I do know is that I can't be a witness to your demise.
So I delve into those same waters, even if you hate me later, it's all worth it as soon as life returns to your eyes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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