Shouting ocean waves crush me on the shore.
The beach goes blurry and I can't hear anymore.
Focus hard on keeping a stoic face.
Grit my teeth and bear the pain.
Don't just stand there and watch me bleed.
Oh, wait it's coming back to me.
You're the one who held the knife,
and swiped it at me for my whole life.
Spend all my time building high castle walls
Knowing full well one day they'll all dissolve.
Block any invaders with the deepest moat.
Impending high tide coming in; Hope I can still float.
Don't just stand there and watch me bleed.
Oh, wait it's coming back to me.
You're the one who held the knife,
and swiped it at me for my whole life.
When you look in my eyes what do you see?
Can you tell that I feel broken and unclean?
Guilty of everything I've ever done,
and of all the things yet to come?
Oh, just take me by my hands,
and tell me you understand.
Splash cold water on my face,
the shock might wake me from this place.
I patch myself up
Then shut myself out
to wait for these wounds to heal
I don't need your help.
Don't just stand there
Come find me.
Send out all the search parties,
but I know I can't be found;
I covered up all my tracks on the way down.
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