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I’m to perfect I’m to gay they wouldn’t care anyway. I try to float, give me something to help. Maybe then I can remember to love myself. Bowie and boats. Something to breathe, I’m something they don’t really need. I try and try. I to float above, the rivers stream, I’m losing love. Love In myself, if I come back. Will I remember to breathe or continue to suck. I feel like everything’s pushing me down. Maybe I belong underground. We’re it is dark and hard to breath. I’ve been her before, but now no one’s with me. The darkness may subside, but till now, i stand aside. Watching people ride the wave, not falling under or maybe I just keep the blunder. They can breathe, why bother them? No lifeguards, no bowies, teaching them how to swim. So it’s just me. I sit in shame, maybe someday I’ll ride that wave. But for now, I’ll sit here, staring clear. So they can hear, my struggle to breath, I try and stay up, while they call more backup. More bowies and lifeguards, I’ll never be done. I’ll keep bobbing under water, until the waves slaughter me whole. Maybe ill give up, stop asking for help, or maybe just maybe. I can finally love myself. I’ll ride the wave some day, but that’s not near, until then I’ll steer clear of those who can ride the wave, no help no backup. No need to save. They are fine, I am not, so I continue to try, why not? At the end of my life, I’ll still be here, hoping wishing, sitting in my grief, my body and hands. One day i might finally touch the sand. I fear that those that ride the wave, or touch the sand, pity those who cannot breathe. I can’t catch a break , before the next wave, comes to swop me underneath, it’s sad, pathetic, I’m not poetic, but sometimes I feel it’s better to not breathe. Sometimes I feel them bragging there, touching the sand, running across that empty land. Sometimes it gets harder to breath when I know that my life hard may not always be with me. That pushing me back under water, I wait and watch as the waves takes some away. I’ll find them another day, I can tell the lifeguard, but they’re to far gone, no matter what they do, I’ll sit here, underground, where it’s hard to breath, the sharks, the butterfly’s, they all Gard me. The card my heart but I still cannot breath as the wave takes me under, I’ll never succeed. It always stings, the salt water, as It continues to drag me under.
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