My brain begs me to come up from the water
My lungs scream to release the pressure
My limbs are going numb
Everything hurts
It hurts so bad
But it hurts more to be above the water and have the same insults thrown at me
lacerating my arms and creating permanent lines from the tears
So I stay under my watery prison
Waiting for the sweet release of
Death
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Poesía1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
