I’ve lived the lives of many others,
Spoken in little more than mutters,
Yet in the end, where have I gone?
Down the drain, with a loud yawn.
I didn’t notice, the tidal waves.
I did not see, the times to save.
I only watched, and what did I see?
I saw my friends, leaving me.
The emotions were awful, like a pack of bricks.
Burying me deeper, silence adding to the mix.
I swam back up, looking for help.
But noone, noone, was there. To help with the feelings that I felt.
One hand came towards me, a small, pale one.
The person, with a blur, hidden from the sun.
I grab ahold, an attempt to survive.
They drag me out, hoping I’m al