I’m drowning
I’m supposed to be feeling better
I’m talking to someone
My feelings are out in the open
I no longer want to slit my wrists in a bathtub
I no longer feel the urge to slit my wrists period
But I’m not better
I’m drowning in my own tears
In a salty sea of self hate
I barely keep my head above water
Then a big wave comes and I think I’m a goner
I slowly sink to the bottom
I know this is it
It’s over
Then the current pulls me back up to the surface
I float for a bit
Then the cycle starts all over
I’m drowning and there’s nothing I can do to stop it
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
I’m drowning
I’m supposed to be feeling better
I’m talking to someone
My feelings are out in the open
I no longer want to slit my wrists in a bathtub
I no longer feel the urge to slit my wrists period
But I’m not better
I’m drowning in my own tears
In a salty sea of self hate
I barely keep my head above water
Then a big wave comes and I think I’m a goner
I slowly sink to the bottom
I know this is it
It’s over
Then the current pulls me back up to the surface
I float for a bit
Then the cycle starts all over
I’m drowning and there’s nothing I can do to stop it
Written by
15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
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