Throw me over the rail into the waters below,
Where I drowned myself years ago,
Upon the waves and currents deep,
My spirit sleeps,

I didn’t want to be rescued from my grave,
I didn’t need to be pulled up and saved,
From the cold of my own tears,
I’ve been here for years,

But you pulled me out into the sun,
And when all the drying is done,
I’ll be just as I was before,
Unsure and insecure,

I didn’t mean to grab your hand,
But I reached out again,
Making the same mistake,
The same chance I shouldn’t take,

I could’ve been wrong, but I knew I was right,
When you called my condition human fright,
And gave me a look when I shouldn’t have spoken,
About this illness that I call being broken.

 
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