Many months, years, I have kept my disambled thoughts in my mouth, hidden away under my tounge, too afraid to leave. They whisper to me, their tounges like swords, leaving my beaten and bleeding in the floor. In an ocean of my own tears. The water is rising, higher and higher, a single tear away from the dry wall above me. There's nothing more terrifying, not becaues i was drowning and my lungs were epmty, but that i felt the same as every other day,