Sinking

I'm stuck in this ring,

the crowds are cheering with spit flying from their mouths.

No one's letting me get out until there's a winner.

But I know wherever you are you're holding a Congratulations  sign for me.

Win or lose.

She's keeping all the secrets in her back pocket.

Pretending they're not there.

And I cant help but let the blows come.

One fist at a time.

Letting your hands and my mouth soak in blood.

Flooding the place.

We are on the titanic. And we are sinking.

I want this rooted in you.

I want you to hear me and never forget the look on my face.

Because I can't forget the face of momma when I found her in the closet.

And I can't pretend to be a fighter,

I don't even know the right way to punch someone.

I'll brake fingers.

I'll give myself a black eye.

Everyone in the stadium is staying afloat.

They remembered their life vests.

All I've got are polaroids of everyone I want to save me.

But with this water the temperature it's at there isn't time.

While I sink further

and further

There's gravity to it,

all the pain.

That's why you think you're sinking but you're really floating

downward.

It pulls you down.

That's how my feet lost touch of the ground.

And why my lungs can't find air.