Sinking

My heart has sunk so deep I’m afraid I’ll never find it again. No matter how much I try to gasp life into it, it keeps sinking. It’s the wrong world to exist in, it’s the wrong identity to live for. I reached out for you to lift it, but I guess you don’t understand the language I speak. And I don’t have the courage to start all over again. Maybe it’s time to let go of myself.