At war with myself.
The internal, indistinct chatter grows louder. I beg for the voices to drown out.
I’m struggling to swim, clothes on, weighing me down, making it hard for me to stay afloat. My lungs fill with water, and suddenly, I’ve sunk.
Is it escapable, or is my mind a prison I will never break free from?
Please allow me to break free. I’ve done my time. I don’t want to be sentenced for life.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
At war with myself.
The internal, indistinct chatter grows louder. I beg for the voices to drown out.
I’m struggling to swim, clothes on, weighing me down, making it hard for me to stay afloat. My lungs fill with water, and suddenly, I’ve sunk.
Is it escapable, or is my mind a prison I will never break free from?
Please allow me to break free. I’ve done my time. I don’t want to be sentenced for life.