Can't fight this pain no more.
Can't stand this rain no more.
Can't clean this stain no more.
In my head
Couldn't tread the water,
Too much waves to fight.
Don't know why I bother,
Seems no end in sight.
Waters getting deeper,
Waves are getting higher,
But I'm getting weaker.
I keep searching for the light.
I keep searching all around me.
All these negatives surround me.
I need something just to ground me.
All these waters try to drown me.
What do I have to do?
To get away from you.
Maybe you'll be there too.
Can't really seem to escape you.
Wesley Hall - 04/20/05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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