Whenever I try to Drown you out of my head. You take me down with you. Down to the depths Short of breath Down Down To the Depths Of Sorrow Guilt. Can't breath Getting fuzzy Can't hold on No anchor. I see shipwrecks No gold inside them Just Sorrow And Skeletons A hand reaches down down from the surface There's my anchor. Fight It. It will be better Tomorow Don't think about Today. Its done gone. Even in the watery depths there is still Hope. Lots of fish passing me. As if to say Its gonna be Okay. Don't think about the things that could go wrong. Its a tomorrow problem. Use the anchor raise myself up Take a gasp full of air. Smile And keep going.
Poem: me!
