Underneath

Underneath the bridge is where I find my life,
From that I exist and not for long.
I believe in a future with a love,
A future in which I will be free.

Underneath my tough talk,
I really just want attention.
The attention that I lost from my friends,
The attention that brought me to a lonely place.

I love the water that helps me exist,
The water, the love, the friendship, the thrust.
Those are the things I love,
I love them, because they need to be treasured.

They are important once I stop breathing,
Once I stop with realizing who I am,
Once I find myself in the place that is the
Consequence of a scream for attention.

Underneath is where I find my existence,
Is where I find my power to continue,
Is where I find my love,
Is where I’ll die.