Sinking beneath waves that dont exist.

Living with a mental illness. (ADHD)

The waves are calm but the boat is rocking

sinking beneath the waves that don't exist

what am I doing wrong?

what am I doing wrong?

do you love me?

do you love me?

does anyone love me?

Water that isn't there is filling my lungs

I'm choking on nothing, drowning in air

I want to swallow enough to quench my consciousness

and fall into black

they'll leave you, they all will

she'll leave you, she hates you

Questions turn into blatant facts of brittle sea glass

shattered when logic is applied

But the latter is foreign to me;

It's a life or death fight against nothing