I feel like I am drowning. I feel like I am being pulled under by waves. Except for this sea isn't made of water. It is made of hopelessness and despair. And no matter how fast I swim, the dark flood always pulls me back in.
I am drowning in a bottomless pit of darkness not knowing where the end is. I can not see the finish line, nor do I know if it exists.
I am falling apart in front of your eyes, but you don't even see me. I am drowning, and you're standing feet away, screaming "learn how to swim".
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep I get or how long I lie down for, something inside of me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.
It doesn't even feel like I am drowning anymore. My arms are tired and my legs have given up. I'm not even trying to save myself now and I don't think anyone else is either. I am no longer drowning; I am sinking.
Author Notes: I was floating on the peaceful sea, rescued by a sinking ship. - Aaron Weiss