It wasn't the common kind of sadness.
It was dark,
engulfing,
consuming.
It was a vast and dark ocean,
and I was nothing
but a tiny rock
thrown in it.
I sank hard,
I sank fast.
There at the bottom,
I stayed.
Never seeing.
Never leaving.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
It wasn't the common kind of sadness.
It was dark,
engulfing,
consuming.
It was a vast and dark ocean,
and I was nothing
but a tiny rock
thrown in it.
I sank hard,
I sank fast.
There at the bottom,
I stayed.
Never seeing.
Never leaving.
Found this between the pages of an old notebook. Written on 28/03/14. Must've been a tough time.
