a collection of deep thoughts

silently drowning

"Help me!" she screamed, pleading with whoever was able to hear her desperate cries. "Please, help me!"

The world was slowly fading. Her arms could no longer carry her above the waves of the icy-cold water. Her fingers, her hands, her legs all cramped up. Her throat was dry from screaming so loudly. Nobody heard. Nobody listened. She was right there, drowning right in front of them. She watched with helplessness as a busy man walked by, glancing at her struggling form for a moment, then continuing on with no mind. "Typical," they would mumble. "She just wants people to notice her."

That was exactly what she wanted. She wanted someone to notice her silent torture. Yet, how could they when she was not willing to let them help? She was too far out and her body was too far down. Her throat too far filled with the suffocating sea of darkness. "Help!" she continued to plead, but she knew it wouldn't help. She wasn't willing to let it help anymore. She knew she was as good as dead. Her arms flailed violently, the broken creatures welcoming her to her new home in the blackness of the depths, where she would remain forever, too far down to be helped back up. Still, she continued to fight, knowing it was helpless, knowing the drowning would never end and her eyes would never lay upon a happy soal again. Her tears were invisible in the water surrounding her. "Help," she gasped, one last time, closing her eyes and landing in the deep crevice of her eternal silence.

"Why is it you're depressed?" the women asked the girl.

She looked up at her, her eyes empty and her skin pale. No emotion rested upon her face.

"Can you explain to me how you're feeling?" she pushed on with a mocking smile.

The girl frowned indifferently, standing up and retreating to the safety of her lonesome, away from the cluelessness. She knew she was done. Finally, she could rest without having to worry about how life would turn out, for she already knew what lied ahead. Emptiness. The thought was comforting and was the only thing she could cling to as she walked past the radiant people, ignoring their unfamiliar cheeriness. She was drowning and nobody even knew it. She was too far gone to be saved, and nobody knew it. Nobody knew it. 

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