Words bled in the ocean of his sorrow
Waves clashed against the ships on the water
The light is impaired and destroyed by the storm clouds
A deep sense of loneliness is cast against the ships
As whispering voices floated through the waters
“You’re not good enough.”
“You’re too emotionless.”
“You won’t amount to anything.”
The waves damage the boats as every hasty and bad decision is made
1 cut
2 cut
3 cut
4 cut
1 wave
2 waves
3 waves
And 4
The sunlight is wiped away as tears are shed from the feelings of despair
The ocean of his sorrow is flooded with damaging insults
The ocean of his sorrow is casted with the acts these words caused
The ocean of his sorrow casts a dark forecast over the bright sunlight
His beliefs that there way be a brighter day somewhere
are smothered by the overwhelming words that bleed into the ocean
His acts are getting hastier and reaching far more drastic
His ships are being smothered by all the negative
He fears that by the time he asks for help
They’ll be too far down their sinkhole of sorrow to be heard
before it’s too late