Collection Of Broken Tales.

Drowning

I've been gasping for air a lot more lately. Water filling my lungs, with every breath I take. Choking on words, disabling me from calling out for help. I've been here before. I've survived on my own. Swam to the nearest island and made camp. Built a stronger ship and set for sail. Hoping that this time would end up different. But here I am in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by enemy ships. I'd rather drown than trust someone again.

I'm drowning, my heads just under the surface and I'm fighting for my life. How did I let my self end up this way again. Why did I let someone on my ship, just for them to burn it down and escape on another. I didn't expect this to happen. He was drowning like I am, just under the surface barely alive. I brought him life and love. Just to end up drowning, my self. I wish I would have called out when I could. But I'd rather drown than trust someone again.

I started getting comfortable under this water. Slipping down deeper and deeper. I stopped gasping for air because there is no use. I've accepted my fate. Drowning was my only option. There was no use in fighting because the only way I would go is down.

The silence of the water is soothing, better than the screaming and fighting I've been apart of for the last two years. The bickering, the name calling, the love and affection I've been begging for, for so long. I could've lasted forever, but he burned it all down. Sank my ship and now I'm drowning.

As soon as I thought I was done for, I adapted to the water. I wasn't drowning anymore, instead I was breathing the water like it was air. I didn't need a ship to live, I just needed to accept my fate. I made a home down here. Even though I'm alone, I know no one can hurt me anymore