Drowning
Drowning in the blood of my beating heart,
Swimming in depression, that I alone start.
Strangling with my own hands, the joy of the air,
Fighting my tendencies, stabbed by despair.
Walking towards the light in the dark,
With words in my head, tearing me apart.
Love chains my hands, holds me here,
Each word of affirmation from those I hold dear.
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