Swimming against a current so much stronger than I am,
Battling my way through the waves,
But it's becoming harder to breathe,
Harder to think,
And I find myself drowning,
Sinking further and further
Into the unknown,
Floating endlessly into the abyss,
My body slamming into
Shipwreck insecurities,
Fossilised memories,
Trapped pain in rotting chests.
All because of one tiny detail about myself that I loathe,
Loathing so much deeper than the seven seas stacked on top of one another.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
Swimming against a current so much stronger than I am,
Battling my way through the waves,
But it's becoming harder to breathe,
Harder to think,
And I find myself drowning,
Sinking further and further
Into the unknown,
Floating endlessly into the abyss,
My body slamming into
Shipwreck insecurities,
Fossilised memories,
Trapped pain in rotting chests.
All because of one tiny detail about myself that I loathe,
Loathing so much deeper than the seven seas stacked on top of one another.
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