Ask yourself,
can you ever find a way?
Seems like the most hopeless
endeavor ever pursued.
So I go back;
re-read the importance
I've written in my past,
realize this has been,
one of my worst struggles
for so many years.
I've lost my will to fight it.
I've grown weary and given up.
I've lost the energy to swim upstream.
It's time to come up for air,
to rest, to breathe,
and to try to exist.
I've got nothing left to offer,
you've taken it all away.
Will you ever let me breathe
free from your scrutiny?
