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When I sink into the rushing
rut of emotion,
I'm lost.
I float for a short while.
Contemplating.
Worrying.
Confused.
I'm swimming.
No.
I'm drowning.
Suddenly, my breath is cut
and I gasp,
choking on the salty, thick water.
It floods my brain again.
Choking.
No air.
No light.
Words, thoughts, actions...
screaming?
I'm screaming.
Why?
Screaming only shortens
the air I'm able to cling on to.
The air I barely have any more of.
Why am I screaming?
No one can hear me.
I'm drowning, remember?
That's it.
The last noise I'm able
to force out of my lungs.
Gone.
No more breath.
No more sound.
No more thoughts.
Silence.
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Rough Poetry From Rhys
PoetryTRIGGER WARNINGS: - mentions of suicide - death Hello! I know that these are not perfect, but they're an outlet for me. I want these to reach people. In their minds, heart, soul.. whatever it may be. I want you to know that I hear you.
