LYRIC FOR SALE

By Wren McGowan

Self-sabotage, my own demise
Paying for overpriced poison just to survive
Every dose, just a half-life, never whole
Numb the body, not the soul

I’ve been drowning in high tide since I learned to swim
Treading water for them, not me
Maybe their sunrise will burn a little brighter
If I just let the waves pull me underneath

Knees to the seabed, lungs full of doubt
I fade in the silence they never talk about
If I disappear, would the storm calm down?
Or just move on to another town?

Hold me under, but I’m still breathing
Fighting shadows I keep feeding
Caught between the break and the healing
I’m not gone yet—though God, I’m bleeding
Hope’s a whisper, barely speaking
But I’m still here, still here, still here

Life isn’t fair, never played a winning hand
Every short straw snapped in my grip
Exist in the pain or not at all
No one left to catch my fall

I’ve lost them in the hurricane
Pushed them all away
It’s easier to pull the trigger
When there’s nothing left to say

One more pill, one more prayer
One more night just gasping for air
Dreaming of the sweet relief in death
But I’m too tired to take the last step

I learned to walk with the breaking in my bones
Made a home in the places I felt most alone
If I surface now, will the world still stay the same?
Or will I vanish like a whisper with no name?

Hold me under, but I’m still breathing
Fighting shadows I keep feeding
Caught between the break and the healing
I’m not gone yet—though God, I’m bleeding
Hope’s a whisper, barely speaking
But I’m still here… and somehow still reaching
Still here, still here, still here