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TRIGGER WARNING!!! A poetic take on teen suicide, depression and eating disorders, written by a disordered kid.

Cold Water

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by puffpuff9

by puffpuff9

I’m plunged into the water.

Their hands around my neck,

Holding me down.

Eyes open, mouth closed.

I realize I am drowning.

As the oxygen slips out of my brain, I start to laugh.

I’m not dying. I’m living.

It’s been so long since I’ve felt happiness.

The cold water had me numb.

The bright moon had me blind.

I didn’t know what feeling felt like.

Until now.

They pull me out of the water and gasp for air.

I am numb once more.

Then they had me under water again

and the cycle continues.