my flow can part a sea

I am simply tired.

I am tired of living like this.

I am tired of getting my gut ripped out from under me.

I feel all alone in this house.

I am on the edge of just falling.

Falling into something I'm not ready for.
I am not ready to go.

But sometimes you just have to think

that something has to be on the otherside.

Freedom, a chance to breathe

because surrounded in these dry wall walls are cutting off my air supply.
and i feel something fatal coming on.

I drift, drift, drift, drift, drift...

--Pea