Like being stranded in a deep dark ocean.
Each wave hitting me, pushing me farther down, drowning me a bit more. My lungs gasping for air.
I sink under, i float back up.
I sink under, i float back up.
Nothing makes sense anymore. No happiness left.
Only ocean.
Only fear.
The fear of death.
of what is under that deep dark water.
of how i came to be.
I am told it is ok, that i am happy by people who make me miserable. by people who think i should not have an opinion. that think no one under 18 should have an opinion.
People who- who are the reason i cannot flourish. Like a plant being drowned.
Like a plant who gets too much rain. Like a dying flower.
 Wraith_92 · Sat Aug 11, 2007 @ 09:50pm · 0 Comments |
