What stood before me was an ocean of my problems.
I'm scared of that ocean.
I must jump in, to help myself.
I'm in and it's cold.
I'm sinking, I'm sinking!
I'm sinking deeper and deeper.
It's getting darker and darker.
I can't breath.
I call for help.
Water gets into my lungs.
I begin to cough and more water flows.
I'm drowning.
I can't swim!
It's too deep!
I'm drowning! I'm drowning!
I'M DROWNING! I'm...gone.
The water is too dark, too deep, too much. I'm drowning, and thankfully, I have no one to save me.
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Poems From Silence
شِعرI write a lot of depressing stuff. Some are good and some I really hate. But you be the judge I guess. Hope you like these. I don't update this a lot but if I do, it might be pretty go so read it I guess? Idk sorry. Peace
