If Only... - Poem by Jacob Martin
My heads underwater, and my lungs slowly fill.
My heart steadily beats, but my body lies still.
Sinking deeper and deeper, to my watery grave.
An abyss so dark, with no hope of a save.
If only you cared, if only you tried.
This ocean engulfs me, they're tears that I've cried.
Frozen in lies, and kept warm by my sorrow.
My mind rendered useless, good luck with tomorrow.
If only you struggled, If only you fought.
You said that you loved me, or so I thought.
Don't worry about death, he strikes without warning.
If the reaper should take me, you wouldn't be mourning.
I lay at the bottom, motionless and cold.
16 years ago, i was a baby I'm told.
As you stare in his eyes, blissful and happy.
I stare at you, and I just feel crappy.
If only you respected how much I could love.
My spirit would sail high in the heavens above.
Giving up on you was simple yet tough.
When he turns his back, that's punishment enough.
My words are like poison, they could tear you apart.
But that's just not me, I actually have a heart.
My heart doesn't beat anymore, for it's dead.
I've chose to live life, and love god instead.
I speak in riddles, not tongue-twisting lies.
Abandonment was philosophy, in your own eyes.
I now say goodbye, I bid you farewell.
Just keep this in mind... Ill see you in hell.
With my head near the bottom, my lungs are now filled.
My heart does not beat, my blood stays instilled.
Now that I have sank to my place of dismay.
I lay on sea floor, just waiting for someday...
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