Short Stories

Lost in everything

I don't know what's going on.
Sounds like I'm underwater most of the time.
Around this time last year I could feel what was ripping into me.
But now I feel it...but it's not coming out.
It there. Yet I'm numb to it.
I know what can make it come to the surface.
To make it rear it's monstrous head to the front.
But that takes a lot of energy I don't really have.
So! Here it stays. And here I stay.