My Bipolar Journal - Episode 221

My Bipolar Journal – Episode 221
November 28, 2008

I sit in the tub though I’m taking a shower,
My skin’s shriveled up, has been for an hour,
I try not to think, I try not to move,
I imagine myself, from my life removed
I can’t breathe, I can’t activate, I’ve got nothing to prove

You’re in me, I feel you
Your hesitated breath
By the phone, with her or alone
Wishing it were me instead

But you’ve got no answers for what you did wrong
And I got so many questions and have all along
So I’ll sit here and wait
‘Til I drown in this rain
I’ll sit here until you call
With no regrets at all

I sit on this park bench, though it’s pouring down rain
My skin’s shriveled up, time hasn’t healed this pain
I try not to think, of my life that has past
How I waited so long, and not regretted the last
I can’t breathe, I can’t activate, I’ve got nothing to prove

You’re in me, I feel you
You stop my breath
By the phone, with her or alone
Wishing it were me instead

But you’ve got no answers for what you did wrong
And I’ve got so many questions and have all along
So I’ll sit here and wait
‘Til I drown in this rain
I’ll sit here until you call
With no regrets at all

I stand on this ledge knowing no one understands
That it’s not about pain, it’s that I’ve nowhere to land

You’re in me, I feel you
My breath is for you
By the phone, with her or alone
Wishing it were me instead

But you’ve got no answers for what you did wrong
And I’ve got so many questions and have all along
So I’ll sit here and wait
‘Til I drown in this rain
I’ll sit here until you call
With no regrets at all