I'm drowning, my lungs screaming for air.
My hands clawing at my throat, leaving raw scratches from my nails.
My lips are turning purple, my teeth chattering deafening in the roaring silence.
My eyes, wide and terrified meet yours.
You ask are you okay, oblivious to the fact that I'm drowning when I'm standing right in front of you.
And I answer saying, I'm okay when I'm really struggling to keep my head up above the angry torrents of the ocean, clinging to a small fragment of hope to keep me breathing.
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Sad poems by a sad girl
PoetryThese are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that...
