They keep whispering my name.
I want to escape from this toxicity.
No one would help me.
Not even my loved one.
Why am I battling this alone?
I've been sailing through my sea of tears just to get to the safe side.
Yet I'm caught in a swirl. An underwater tornado trying to pull my ship of confidence down to the bottom.
I want to repair this ship. I want to surface back on the top and arrive safely without injuring anything.
I want to be okay.
I don't want to exist like this.
