Creativity is being drained
Mentality is being drained
I think I'm slipping past
The edge where I used to be
My mind is being drained
My heart is being drained
I think I'm drifting off
Into a dreamless sleep
I think I'm sliding
I think I'm drowning
I think I'm going away
I think I'm sliding now
Will you save my life?
Will you save my heart?
Will you keep me safe?
Will you keep me alive?
I don't know what to call myself
I don't know what to call this poem
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to feel
Less title, more poem
Less heart, more belief
Find something to believe
Find something to know.
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