i went out
past thesea
i fell harder than i ever had before
i was falling so fast
that I could barely breathe
head was spinning faster
i'd so much rather
be in the forest
afraid and alone
paranoia taking its toll
but here i am,
drowning in the ocean,
my brain running away.
attempting to evade the voice
telling me to fall faster
telling me to drown slower
and make the pain so much stronger than me
YOU ARE READING
thesea
Poetrybook of poetry related to thesea, it all means the same thing. it's all connected.
