Sinkable
It feels as if I have been walking
one foot right after the other
sinking deeper and deeper with every step
in this sand they once called "to recover"
I fall onto my knees, I break
my mind begins to rethink
it's easier to stay
it's easier to sink
under a cloudless sky
in the heat of the sun
surround by nothing
what is it that I have become?
not asking for help
not telling a soul
of this desert I am in
and that it's taking a toll?
I am seeing mirages
of futures that I cannot have
they taunt and tease me
they point and they laugh
the sand is too much
it grabs and takes me under
they call me a fake
I sink deeper and deeper
and so I stay in this sand
my mouth filling with grain
they will never understand it
or this thing in my brain
