Everything that I want to say
Bubbles up under the surface
But once i try to gather them,
They turn into an incoherent mess.
Someday it may all burst out from my chest,
But who would bear its weight?
So, I gulp down the words,
That keep growing bigger and bigger
With each passing day
And form a knot in my throat.
Day? I don't even know what day it is anymore
I can't tell one from another
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
They all blur into one like an anchorless ship
Time is an endless sea,
Where living feels more like treading water,
Wouldn't it be easier to just drown?
I, who is nothing,
Could just drown into nothingness,
But zero added to zero is still zero
How would that make any difference?
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