Will you let me drown?
Let me slip from it all and pretend that I don’t have to live anymore?
Could you just let me go?
Watch me fall and let me land, shatter and reform?
A devastating free fall sounds beautiful and refreshing.
It sounds like a plan I could follow through and not be afraid of.
Let me go.
Release my hand and just be there after it’s all through.
Is that too much to ask of you, dear?
Can I ask you to be there and whisper to me that the world is just fucked up and it always will be?
For you to feed me comforting lies while I cry in your arms is all I ever needed.
You could be the release that pulls me back again.
Will you let me drown?
