sleepy jack

I didn't edit it, ignore any mistakes and pass over them I will when I can read it.

There is an ocean that lies inside my stomach and it lays calm
Like the night stars, but I can still feel its salty sting laying there
Making me sick till I throw up, cry and scream on the phone with you
About how things can't change, slam my fingers down into my desk
And dig up old scars and watch them bleed again, you say i'm
Overreacting to calm down it's over I had my chance and I feel
That sea rise, green and blue like the color of your eyes and slam
And make my stomach turn and I feel like throwing up again,
I just don't understand how such a beautiful ship could become
So wrecked, to burn out and crash with no hope of being built back up again,
Remember the nights when we stayed up making sure the mast was just perfect?
Every stitch by you and I, why thinking of the treasures we found
Nearly makes me cry.

Trauma

It seems like you're avoiding a point.
I like the imagery though, and how you used a ship like a vessel of emotion.

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