Drowning Feelings

Drowning Feelings

I do not fear the sickness.

I do not fear the slaughter.

I only fear what’s left

When my head is out from water.

I drown myself in activities.

Drown myself in work.

For when I am not busy

There spawns the awful quirk.

He twists into my heart

And makes each friend a foe.

He tells me I mean nothing

And if I’m gone no one would know.

He tells me that I’m hopeless

I’m selfish, and I’m vain.

So only two could know

Of the dreaded, dreaded pain.

So I do not fear the sickness.

I do not fear the slaughter.

I only fear what’s left

When my head is out from water.