I'm drowning
Can you see the water? Cause I can't.
Well I can but not in the way you would see it.
I see the dark black lies, deceit and pain that makes up that water that you can't see.
But you're not supposed to see it.
I'm not supposed to see it...... But if you stand close enough to the fire, you'll feel the burn.
Where does it end? The water I mean. Where is it's beginning?
I'm too deep in to see clearly, those things happened way before my mere 16 years.
I've still seen parts that you can't see though.
You saw her in the hospital waking up.
I saw the note she wrote with the intentions of Not. Waking. Up.
But she woke up the next morning.
The end of a failed mission or the continuation of a past one that wasn't finished?
Was it failed? Or were you blessed with a reset button? A try again button?
The ground under me is collapsing into shards of little pieces that I'm not creative enough to put back together.
They've already drifted off as little pieces in the vast body of water that no one else can see.
But I can.
And I'm drowning in it.
Can you save me?
~Temperamentalchick ~
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Disquieting Thoughts
PoetryI started this "book" when I was quite younger and the first few chapters reflect that. I'm going to go and edit them eventually but right now, it's a part of my past when my only problem was boys and I don't want to delete that piece of my innocen...
