I could never do anything right,
even when it was all I had left.
And I may be too weak,
but at least I make sure
to try my best from week to week,
to show all the rest
that I’ll be fine,
when clearly… I won’t be,
but that’s all on me.
You see, I’ll skip a rock a few times
just to see if it’ll float.
Turns out it won’t,
as my mind is that rock,
and I’ve fallen off the boat,
and I can’t swim…
‘Cause I’m just dead weight,
waiting on the right time
to write the last line
that I’ll ever write
for the rest of my life,
And when it’s my time,
I’ll know… and I’ll just go peacefully.
At least we’ll see—I’m already
halfway out the door, mentally.
Just waiting on the rest of me
to catch up, while I rest up…
emotionally.
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