Please grab my hand.

The current of this ocean is strong,

Pulling me down like quick sand.

Please I’m begging you,

I’m drowning in life,

But my biggest aspiration is to stand.

I wanted to live a life a joy,

A life of unforgettable memories,

However, my life itinerary didn’t go as planned.

My life has no meaning,

Everything I do is for a documentary.

My beliefs have crashed,

I’m materialistic,

Always concerned about accessories.

Every trauma haunts me.

Every.

I cope with alcohol and isolation.

They’re my remedies.