Fresh air

I’m sinking

I’m sinking

I can’t hold on

I have been holding on too long

I’m free, I’m chained

I’m breathing without fresh air

I’m sinking into the dead air you feed me.

I’m dreaming

I’m painfully awake

I’m drowning in your words

I’m sinking, sinking

I’m falling behind, I’m way ahead

There is no pain worse than living with your

Dead lies, dead air.

You can’t say it, but you scream it—no one wants to hear.

Your eyes tell them everything

They pretend it is just a bad day, it’ll get better

Yeah, it’ll get better soon.

I’m sinking, I’m

Too high,

Falling too slow.

I’m constantly in motion, but feeling broken

And morose.

This dead air is conditioning my thoughts,

It’s driving me to run in circles,

It’s making me sink and drink in

It’s salty pain.

I’m free, I’m chained

To this mortal end.

I’m grieving, I’m healed.

I might as well hit, send.

I’ll send this all to you,

I’ll send it for you to judge

I’ll send my dreams and hopes and trust,

In hopes you don’t squash

My fractured heart like a tiny bug.

I’m tiny, I’m big.

I’m

A walking contradiction.

I’m sinking, sinking.

I’m sinking in the sun.