Sometimes I feel sad,
Like blue waves washing off the shore
Sometimes I feel empty,
Like nothing's left inside me.
Sometimes I feel hollow,
Like a carved-out tree's insides
Sometimes I feel broken,
Like shattered glass on a windowsill
Sometimes I feel useless,
Like a knife with a dull edge
Sometimes I feel helpless,
Like I'm drowning beneath the sea
Sometimes I feel squished,
Like hard rocks cracking all my bones.
Sometimes I feel like nothing's left,
Everything inside me gone
Sometimes, I feel worried,
If I'm making the right choice.
Sometimes I feel tired,
Like I've taken too many steps
Sometimes I feel nauseous,
As if I'm falling off a bridge
Sometimes I feel heavy,
like I'm being dragged undersea
I long for rest, to soothe my pain,
To bring peace to my suffering name,
And beneath blue waves and calm silver skies,
I can finally be free
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