Better

Unlock your tired heart. We won't have this pain forever. Just let your demons free. Let the warmth wash over you. Oh God, how long will I fall prey to myself? The answer lies inside the books you said you read. Do I make you better? Have I dragged you down? When we leave our bodies, when the rolling blackouts become permanent. Have I made you better? You're not the only one who sank to the bottom, keep swimming. Was I the anchor, thrown over as you held me? Goddess, am I the one who keeps you from the air? Or am I still the one that makes you feel alive? Do I make you better?