I'm drowning again
in my own tears
as the waves of the ocean crash against my levee's.
I struggle to find the surface, but only
the tips of my fingers reach the air.
I breath in hot tears, and gasp.
I do my best not to make a scene
but i cannot help but thrash about
trying to find some comfort or cure.
I'm dying, i tell myself.
i'm not dying fast enough.
YOU ARE READING
The Storm Before The Calm
Saggisticathis is about my personal story of abuse. no hate please. and a huge trigger warning for anyone who has been sexually abused.
