The Target

Face down in the water, I don't want to take this breath; But I float up to the surface, I can't die a lonely death. As I swim over to the shore, My heart sinks into the sand; If I to drown right here and now, There would be no one to hold my hand. I drift into the distance, And pray to be consumed; But the waves caress my lifeless body, But please just let death bloom... Nobody wants my heart, My soul mourns for its other piece; I'm aching for that other half, Or atleast some inner peace. Destined to die alone, I'll wash away with the tide; Tears run down my pale, stained face, In death I won't have to hide.