Fighting the current to keep my head above the water.
I’m growing tired of the taste of salt & whiskey.
Every day I wake, and lift my head off that pillow.
It’s another day I didn’t ask for, and I don’t want it.
I push through. I stay afloat,
But I don’t like it.
I was screaming at the sky - “I’ve had enough!”
I got tired of asking “Why?!” with no response.
Give me one good reason to hold tight the lie - And I will try.
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