It feels like the waves have pulled me under, and no one is there to save me. I have been suffocating and no one has noticed. The whole world has caved in on top of me. The aftermath of the storm is laying on my chest. Depression is overwhelming me, causing me to not care. I could care less if my body slams into a car, instantly killing me. The depression is bareable, but dealing with anxiety is not. Having both puts me on edge. It's like I am drowning, but I fear that I still have something to do with my life. Wanting to sleep in all day, but remembering I have to go to school or I'll fail. I want to live my life, yet the waves will not stop calling me. The beach, my only friend, keeps inviting me out for a swim. The catch is that if I decide to swim the waves will envelop me. Sometimes I'm afraid of the waves. Other times, not so much. Death isn't a thing that I can skip out on. If I want to die, or if death wants me, then so be it.
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To Feel
PoetryJust a girl putting her feelings into words. From poems to unsent letters, I pour my soul into each piece. Many of the pieces are about the dark parts of my mind, and wanting types of love that I'll never be able to have.
