When she can't hold me

The drummer in my chest quietly booms,
Water droplets ricochet with each hit;
Its vibrations grasping for life to hold,

Scraping and stinging interior sides,
Searching to comfort a self induced pain;
The drummer in my chest quietly booms,

Rhythms pulsing through every tattered wall,
Testing my foundation’s wavering strength;
Its vibrations grasping for life to hold,

Rain climbing upwards with each echo,
Crawling through rooms, blanketing the surface;
The drummer in my chest quietly booms,

Deeming as though the ocean could fix me,
I find myself floating in my own tears,
Its vibrations grasping for life to hold;

While the cause and the cure are still unknown,
I try to fix myself, no hope alone.
The drummer in my chest quietly booms,
Its vibrations grasping for life to hold.