Making It to Shore

What the fuck is this feeling?
It’s like I’m being swallowed whole.
On the inside I’m helpless
On the outside I’m worthless.
Can’t you see me?
I’m out here drowning
My arms flailing above the surface
Who are you to judge?
You’ve been here too
So get off your fucking high horse
And see our relationship through.

No, I don’t want your pity
I want your help
Can you seriously not see these tears?
They’ve been falling for years
Yet all you’ve done is stand idly by watching me fall apart at the seams
You say I can tell you anything
Honestly, I don’t think you want to know.
This isn’t a game to me
But to you, I think it’s your favorite show.
You click through your channels finding the right one
When it comes to me, being the victim is no fun.
Let me try this again
I’ll flail my arms once more
Again and again you fail to see
And I don’t think I’ll ever make it to shore