There's a whale swimming around in my chest
It's heavy and it hurts because it doesn't quite fit
It hurts so bad that it makes me cry
Carrying around all of this weight
Is drowning me
I'm sitting on the surface between rather it's worth it swimming for
Or worth letting it take me under
All these waves sound like thunder
Then i remember that's the sound of a good heart breaking
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
