caught beneath the tide. (paused)

"can't you see she's drowning?"
'she's just doing it for attention.'
"someone should help her."
'if we acknowledge her, she won't stop.'
"i think she's in danger."
'she's just feeling sorry for herself.'
"it's too late now, she's gone."
'why didn't she ask for help?'

in a world filled to the brim with hatred and lies, it's hard to come forward with things. you keep them locked in an old, cracked, and dusty chest inside the back of your mind away from others. you constantly toss your problems and feelings inside this chest, slamming the lid shut and locking it from prying eyes. but as time goes on, that chest begins to get harder and harder to shut. everything piles up on top of each other, ultimately weighing you down. and it only takes one thing to blow the top open, letting everything you've kept to yourself scatter all over the world. your heart inevitably shatters into billions and billions of pieces, leaving you alone yet again to glue them back together.

as life goes on and your chest is starting to be filled again, every sense seems like it's getting weaker. life starts to seem unreal, like you're living a nightmare every single day. the water that was once at your ankles is now above your shoulders. all that's left out of the water is your head. but even then, as every second goes on, the water slowly rises. by the end of each day, you're submerged under this dark, suffocating water. and what makes it worse is that all you can do is just let yourself sink further and further.

you're caught beneath the tide and there's no going back.

⤛ warning : this book contains graphic content (including violence, sexual themes, gore, and stupid shit) ⤜

in the eyes of dana bourne.