The Sharpest Voices

The darkness is laughing in my face today.

They swore it could not win,

They promised I had it in me to stay,

But the water is already up to my chin.

I am drowning in past, drowning in despair,

And my legs are giving up on me.

Dirty hands are pulling in my onyx hair.

I want to fight but cannot find the energy.

Still, the darkness is not what I fear,

It is the look that people give me lately.

It seems like everyone who holds me dear

Now has begun to secretly hate me.

I am sinking to the bottom all alone,

And my heart is the anchor dragging me down.

Bright colors have turned into muted tones

And the sharpest voices are growing too loud.

-Jackie