A new day has arrived.
You're still sad, aren't you?
You feel dead, tired,
And broken.
Maybe you don't want to be fixed,
Maybe you're screaming silently for help,
Maybe you're so stuck in your murky water,
You can't scream.
You're numb.
Falling.
Helpless.
Afraid.
You can't call out for help,
Or scream to let them know you're stuck.
So you just let yourself fall deeper.
Until you're drowning.
Until you can't breathe and all you're sucking in is water.
You're sinking.
Like a boat.
Too fast for anyone to save you.
And then,
Just like that,
You are gone.
YOU ARE READING
Cry
Poetry100 word stories. - warning! Talks about suicide, self harm, abuse, etc. read at your own risk. this is your only trigger warning. -
