But Simply That Is Not My Way

I could, but I won't confess I'm running out of breath My heart has no more buoyancy left I could dither and just silently drift away But that is not my way Please, please, won't someone believe me? I might be punch-drunk, but I always fight on Till the end, that's my way I might confess I can't find my balance My mental health is failing me most of my days But what difference would my crying make? I might be slightly egocentric but that's only when it gets dark and the dangers of not being able to swim it sinks in when I'm temporally alone I'm temporarily a disaster, swimming for home. I could pray, but who would listen to me My soul is a habitual doubter, a shipwreck It's anchored in a landlocked harbour With all its worthless cargo thrown over, cursing the stationary ground as poisoned air. I could confess, but won't? I'm running out of breath My heart has no more buoyancy left I could dither and just silently drift away But that is not my way Please, please, won't someone believe me?