I gasp for a breath the undertow takes me down under repeating the same cycle over and over again. My lungs aching with pain, me gasping for a breath that isn't there that will never be there. Everyone of my friends and family watching idly by not reaching a hand out to help but just telling me it's gonna be ok. But it's not their fault that they can't tell the difference between the truth and my lies. Me a coin with 2 sides and showing my family one and my friends the other. But the grooves in the middle that divide the sides is the me that no one sees. The side that suffers silently the side that's still a part of both sides of the coin. And the grooves are the deep wounds that people have carved into me over the years. The mistakes I've made turn to scars, the pain that has been inflicted on me turn to scars, the blades I've run across my skin so deep I can't even feel the pain turn to scars. But over time like an old coin that is found on the street the grooves are smoothened out and are just a part of the coin. Forever etched inside where no one can see except the coin. This is what I've become and now here i sit the coin at the bottom of the wishing well being crushed by the waters of my past and present pain.
