i know it now.
i'm in the pit again.
i'm slipping into that skin again.
the walls are falling higher and higher,
and i'm drowning in the quicksand at the bottom.
my own memories are pulling me under,
chaining my ankles like boulders,
dragging me under at the most excruciating pace-
fast enough that i can still breathe-hardly-
but slow enough to prolong my agony.
but the worst part-
the pit is made of glass.
i can see everyone else beyond it,
going about their lives,
laughing,
living,
falling in love,
and i'm drowning,
dying,
deteriorating.
i'm the only one that knows.
i'm the only one that can see.
