Ocean floor
by me
I'm tired. Everyone seems so far away lately. Caught up in their beach fun, while I sit here at the bottom of the ocean. When ever I go up to the surface, people don't notice me. If they do, they cut off my oxygen, before pushing me back down.
Luckily I have my life jacket on, but for all I know it may leave too. Float up to the surface with the familiar faces. I'd be abandoned once again in my life.
Only a few things are down here at the ocean floor. A few things to pinch and poke. Some other who are trapped down here too, find themselves using those things. I'm a 'lucky one', to say the least.
Splish splash plop. Is what I hear a lot. It may be the struggle I have when I'm pushed down or the empty cries that only float up in bubbles. Or possibly that innocent fish that swims by, not noticing the frozen person, i am, sitting at the ocean floor. I can't blame them thought. I can't blame the familiar faces on the surface. I can't blame the others down here or the wonderful life jacket. I can only blame myself.
And with this poem, I am take yet another break. (I always kinda do it sorry) shit has gone my way and I've had a rough summer so far. I do have a few good friends to be my life jacket so I'm hanging tight with them. Kk. Bye y'all (for now)
