I am paralyzed, overwhelmed, I am drowning and alone. The cold water rushes over me and is causing
my muscles to tighten, and I am unable to fight. I can barely see the sky any more, I am
unable to make out where the life sustaining air meets the water. I have no
hope of breath entering my lungs. I have
the burning sensation of water enveloping my organs, filling me with the cold,
beckoning me to certain death. Water is
weighing me down with life and pulling me farther from the warmth, farther from
who I am, farther from existence.
Water was once a sense of refreshment, a place of cleansing,
a place to be renewed. Water was once
welcome here, but that is before the tears of loneliness took over. That is before I began to drown in my own
sorrow. That is before everyone turned
away, leaving me cold, broken, and alone.
The judgmental looks from others pushed me further under the surface,
though they might not have recognized it, they stripped me of hope and dignity.
I am unrecognizable.
I am purple and frozen, just the shadow of someone who was once
vibrant. Here I am, sinking into the
chasm of regret and loneliness, and my heart is beating slower by every painful
moment. I am numb yet in pain all at the
same time. I am whole yet shattered into
pieces. I know not my name, I have no
identity. I know not my purpose as I am
plummeting to my end. It is too late for
me. There is nothing left here. I am just a lifeless shell of someone who
once tried too hard and failed at every step.
