Quicksand

and it pulls me far down below it might be best if you go

can it not wait and hope for the best

will it not stop a while to rest

I need to get up never mind cause I've done enough

the world waits around but I keep slipping and losing ground

do I not try so hard so good

I can't keep changing just because you think I should

said all I need to and you don't understand still

wish you saw picture my minds eyes are deep and they're cynical

one taken four more kills the pain healing that sore

I've taken what's left I took it all

and now you won't let me forget

stop you're talking down

I lack the strength to sit or stand

I lost my self confidence

in the quicksand

not now or ever

sink slowly my treasure