Arrest

When are you going to leave me be,
must I keep wading through this violent sea?
This ship I've built has holes throughout,
now it's the sinking in my stomach, keel rotted by doubt.

This hatred is something that I've been handed.
Feelings of worthlessness/My mind becomes branded.

And all of these issues that I can never change
deranges my sight, and fills me with rage.
Sending me spiraling into the black.
Impatiently awaiting the day that I never come back

I've got this list of things to do, but nothing gets done when I'm chained to you.

How do you progress while standing still?
Eternal this cycle seems,
being ill.