Surface
he decided me,
drowning, i cannot breathe.
my fingers touching the surface,
did he do this on purpose?
the eyes have to bare,
to see he did not care.
slipping to reach,
the lessons can't teach..
surface is so close,
what hurts the most?
i cannot touch reality,
i cannot survive brutality.
set my heart free,
let me finally see..
there is better for me,
than you.
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