I love it how
Even on my worst days
You can find a way to make it worse
To dig me a deeper hole
It’s so much fun
When standing on the nothing left
You can still sweep in
And knock it out from under me
One snide word
One reminder that I’m the last person
In the world you want to deal with
As if it were by my choice
And suddenly you’re holding me down
Underneath the water
I had just managed to crest above
Don’t you get tired of crushing me?
Is it really necessary
To keep fresh salt flowing
I mean, how can you find that wound
In the middle of them all?
