The Truth


Can you save me, 
I think I might be lost again. 
Can you find me, 
Cause I think i'm droning over you again.
The water is colder this time, so I have given up. 
I can see the top of the pond, but I just don't want to fight anymore.
I am done trying to fight. 
I am done looking for a light. 
I have lost myself again, and don't seem to care. 
Is this what really suppose  to happen when no one is there. 
It is dark and lonely, 
But sweeter than the bitter truth. 
That there is no more you. 


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