She's trapped inside, gasping for air.
I tried to reach beneath the surface to save her,
but she turned away at the sight of my hand.
Misery loves company when we're all sad here.
Give me more love to end this bad year.
Hold on tight to your crosses and look at the sky,
heaven just waits for us all to die.
A kiss from a black bird sent me falling through the trees
where I was blinded by the sun
on my search for the hidden truths
that are at the bottom of my soul.
And I still hear her screaming,
I can tell she's in pain
But why do we lock ourselves up
right when we need to escape?
About the Creator
Amanda Doyle
Currently in my "figuring it the hell out" era.
Big believer in everything happening for a reason, second chances, and the fact that we're living in a simulation.
Check out my podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/semimindfulbanter
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