Poetry, Even Though It's Kinda Gay.

I don't like to think of this piece as poetry. Cause when I think of poets, I think of people that are either whiney little bitches that cut themselves or someone who wears an ascot and lives on Nantucket island and drinks iced tea all day. And I am neither of these things. The fact of the matter is, I wrote this piece as a start to a song that I am working on. And it turned out to be pretty good poetry. So, I will put it on here because of the feedback that I got from my trustees. I hope that you like it, and can relate to it to some degree.

Drown Me

You say you're lost for right now, But we both know I found you.
I tried getting in, but your demons surround you.
They're keeping you "safe" but I wish they would drown you.
Then maybe you'd know what it's like in my shoes.
To push every day, and realize it's no use.

But, at least I've made friends on this deep ocean floor.
They never talk much, but they commiserate more
Than you ever could, like you even knew how.
But we are all drowning, broken hearted for now.

One day I'll swim up to the surface again.
And I'll feel the warmth of the sun on my skin.
But first I must deal with these chains and these weights
That you loaded me up with, and made water my fate.

My lungs are accustomed to the water somehow
Cause I couldn't breathe even with you around.
I'm happier here than I have been in weeks.
Swimming with metal attached to my feet.

I gathered my strength and I swam to the top.
No matter how hard I try, your chains wouldn't drop.
So I decided to live, pulling your weight around.
When I got to the top, I hated what I found.

The sun burned my skin, to the point that it blistered.
As fresh air fills my lungs, I know I didn't miss it.
I look all around, And I realize now,
Knowing life at the top, I think I'd rather drown.

So, take that for what it is. Call me depressed, And I will tell you that you're right. I hope you find joy in my pain. Smooches!