The dark times threaten to take over and sometimes you need that one person to help you. |
Not again I can't breathe again for fear a whole ocean will come crashing down on my head For the fear I will be silenced again and thrown into a world of ever-lasting darkness For the crumbling thoughts, that perhaps you really don't care Perhaps you rather not care at all Those beautiful kaleidoscopes of color that started to leak through will drift into a drab sea of gray and black And the misery revoked will all come back in one huge tidal wave threatening to drown me again Sweeping up and lifting me up Throwing me back into the situation, I dug myself out of, agonizingly, step by step, inch by excruchiating inch Climbing and clawing my way up, but silence yet again Those rivulets of tears sweeping down my face How could such painful agony taste so diabolically sweet How can I not fall back into the deep clutches waiting for me to sink deeper again Knowing this time, they will provide me no escape How can I continue fighting, when you show that you do not care? Will never care, when all I wanted was a little love An anchor in the sea, someone to depend on Instead, you are the storm willing to throw me back into the harrowing waters never to be found ever again |