It felt like everything was leaving me.
My fingertips.
My toes.
I felt stranded on an island.
No where to go.
All by myself.
Calling out for anyone to hear.
Calling out for him to hear.
But no one came.
And the dream suffocated me.
Like the water in my brain.
Salty from the tears.
Dry from the hate.
And it seems like I have yet to wake up.
My fingertips.
My toes.
I felt stranded on an island.
No where to go.
All by myself.
Calling out for anyone to hear.
Calling out for him to hear.
But no one came.
And the dream suffocated me.
Like the water in my brain.
Salty from the tears.
Dry from the hate.
And it seems like I have yet to wake up.
