she was in her
own little puddle
of sadness.
she began to sink
to the bottom,
realizing that
her puddle
was more like
a bathtub.
so she lay down
in her newly found
bathtub
and decided
that it was
no use trying
to get out,
because her
fingers and toes
were already
wrinkled from
such a long time
in the bathtub.
she didn't try to get out,
and she sank
to the bottom
of her bathtub.
only then did she
see that her bathtub
was more like
a swimming pool.
her swimming pool
was filled with
little floaters
and noodles that
would only keep
her afloat for
small bits
of time.
eventually, she
grew tired
of wasting time
on floaters
and noodles
that barely
kept her
afloat in the
swimming pool
of sadness.
she went to
the deepest part
of her swimming
pool and
let go of
her floater.
she sank to the bottom
with her eyes closed.
when she
opened them,
she looked
around and
saw that her
swimming pool
was more
like an
ocean.
her head
just above the
water, she spun
and admired
the view,
just before
a wave
came crashing
down on her head.
she knew
the water was
so salty because
it was all of the
tears she had
ever cried.
she did not
try to swim back
up to the
surface,
for she knew
only waves
awaited her.
she sunk
to the bottom,
this time with
her eyes open.
what she saw
astounded
her.
there were
hundreds
of other people
crying and
fueling the
vast ocean.
she was not
alone.
they were
struggling too,
and some of them,
like her,
had sunk to the
bottom.
others were
still trying
to keep their heads
above the water
that they
had created.
she beckoned
over the
nearest person,
a girl,
with brown hair
and a blonde
streak
and together,
they dug
through the
sand at
the bottom
of the ocean.
they dug
and dug
and dug
and dug.
they dug until
they were digging
themselves
up, and they
rose from the
grassy, salty,
wet ground.
they hugged,
and she realized
that it was
not the puddle
or the bathtub
or the swimming pool
or the ocean
that had almost
killed her.
sure, they had
contributed to
and emphasized
the problem, but in
reality,
she had almost
killed herself.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
