Lost

"Stay strong,"
That's what they tell me when my head is filled with shit.
"Keep your head up,"
That's what they say when I'm drowning.
Do they ever think that the bricks they've tied around my ankles aren't so light?
Do they ever think that the shackles tying me to them are just too short for how deep they sent me out?
"Man up,"
That's what they shout when I begin to break.
Will they ever realize that I am not of stone?
Will I ever be shown that I'm not all alone?
I've got my face buried in palms, I don't believe, but I'm reading the Psalms, I don't know how I'm staying so calm...
Once, just once, I want them to ask,
"Brother, what's wrong?"