Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
It hurts.
It's painful.
It's too strong.
It all comes crashing down
down
down.
And it hurts.
It's hard to breathe.
I’m drowning.
Drowning in the memories.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
…
They catch me.
Whisper to me.
I cling to their voices, the lifeboat holding me up.
Everything else fades away.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
Except for this.
Though it may hurt.
Though it may be painful.
Though it may be too strong.
They are there for me.
My lifeboat.
Holding me up when I can’t do it myself.
Helping me.
Guiding me out.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
…
I am never always drowning.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 7:46 PM UTC
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
It hurts.
It's painful.
It's too strong.
It all comes crashing down
down
down.
And it hurts.
It's hard to breathe.
I’m drowning.
Drowning in the memories.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
…
They catch me.
Whisper to me.
I cling to their voices, the lifeboat holding me up.
Everything else fades away.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
Except for this.
Though it may hurt.
Though it may be painful.
Though it may be too strong.
They are there for me.
My lifeboat.
Holding me up when I can’t do it myself.
Helping me.
Guiding me out.
Nothing good ever comes from drowning.
…
I am never always drowning.
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