Under
Take me down when I ask you to.
Never let me wonder
About the things that seem right
Or the things I could blunder.
I would rather go down
Than to ever recover.
Snap my wrist and pull me under.
Let me take one last breath.
Nothing to look forward to.
Nothing to look back on.
What's left is nothing.
And what's nothing is me.
Hold me under
And walk away.