Basic Need

Not just anyone is worth dying for.

She once kept drowning herself in the rivers,
But the currents kept bringing her back to shore.
Deadened she lay across the banks inhaling life once again,
Hungering that sweet sweet release.
Time presses her sanity until it becomes oil.
She has no one to wash her feet.
Now, there she stands,
Drowning in the rivers that want to bring her to life once again.