it's like water's overflowing in
the bathtub and my body
won't let me lift my head up
from under it.
it's a constant sound of planes
crashing, catching fire,
causing the explosions
that are ringing in
my ears.
i'm picking at my skin,
bleeding from my lips,
and screaming into a void
no one can hear.
how do you not feel
the pounding in my chest?
or the turning in my stomach?
they're so loud and big
I swear I cause tsunamis
and earthquakes with every
step I take.
you'd think my neck would
hurt by now with all the constant
looking over my shoulders,
searching for girls prettier than me,
more entertaining than me,
more of what you want than me.
and for some reason,
some idiotic reason,
i kill myself everyday for you.
i beg for you to see me,
to hear me,
to show me that you care.
and yet,
my lips are still bleeding,
the pounding in my chest
has made its way to my temples,
and the water in the bathtub
has rushed over the edge
and out the bathroom door.
yet here I am,
laying underwater,
waiting for you to
pull me out, bring me back to life,
and drown me once again.
