Wednesday, August 26, 2009

If Life is an Ocean

Black waves swallow me
Joy diluted down to apathy
It sickens me
That I'm so sick
Won't someone help me help myself
Before I end my life too quick
Drowning in my sorrow
I don't think I'll live to see tomorrow
I'm judged before you even know me
Tattooed, branded all unholy
Sick, disgusting, twisted
I'm so broken, can you fix it?