LUMi sang a song at the bottom of the sea. She sang of loneliness and a hopeless desire for understanding.
No one was around for miles. No one but her and the sea life, and not even they could ever know the true pain she felt.
She could not tell a soul of her pain. She was supposed to take their pain away, she was not supposed to bring them more pain.
No matter how much she tried to tell herself she did not feel alone, that she did not feel any of these negative feelings that plagued her fragile mind, she could not convince herself. She could not convince herself.
LUMi could not convince herself that she was strong.
So she sang.
Her song rode the waves and crashed on the beach, but no one would hear, for she could not let it be heard. The calls of seagulls drowned her out.
Tears were washed away by the sea as her sorrow surged inside her weak body. She sang louder, desperate. She shouldn't be desperate for someone, but she was, and she couldn't be strong.
Life went on above, and no one would hear her.
