Drowning from the inside

The time has come

For the routine

Of self preservation

The bloodletting

Dependent on transportation

I look around

The ride 

No where to be found

Levels at all time highs

I must find a way to sweat it out

No one will come

No one even knows

But those that nag 

Because its their job

Its funny how help is only 

What is available

What kind of help is that?

The nonexistent kind

Dear one

Deep emotions current 

Will take you this day

Bottomless sorrow

Carved thru the earth 

Of your very being

Drowning you from the inside

Author's Note

wrking on now ~ inspired by personal struggles