Dead Named

The sinking feeling in my chest

Makes me feel like I'm drowning in this bed.

As if in any minute,

I'm a makeshift paper ship that's going to capsize

Through these rough waters I can't maneuver.

I thought maybe if I gave you the mast of this ship,

The heart of this ocean that you'd accept me.

But it's an ocean you don't bare to understand

So instead I'll lay at the thunderstorms circling my head. Screaming to the top of my lungs why I thought it would be different this time.

So from here I'll be the titanic that split apart

I stand here trembling at the wood you took,

All you left me with.

But here I'm still standing with the anchor in my hands holding on for dear life.

I still have me,

Sadly at the end of the day I'll always have me.