When I say nothing.
It means I have a whole lot to say.
I just feel,
Unwanted.
I might be drowning.
I am drowning.
I know I am.
But I can't seem to swim up.
All I can do is swim down.
Down.
Down.
Down.
And down.
And yet,
Never reach a bottom.
I look around me.
To the people who are swimming up.
And then there are people like me.
Non-moving.
Still.
Going down.
And suffocating.
We still breath underwater.
So the water go to our lungs quicker.
So we can finally reach a bottom.
So we can finally see a light.
