The only thing I hear are waves overlapping a mess of words and screaming. Everything is jumbled and hard to understand, but all I can tell is that their true meaning is negative. I can't raise my head. I am floating in a dark abyss where I cannot move a single muscle. Everything is numb and frost takes over my body, my hands grow cold and my feet frozen with pressure. I feel like unneeded weight. My head is dropping considerably and it feels much heavier than the rest of my body. I am is so cold. I want to cry but I can't find sympathy anymore. Nothing is pleasing anymore. Nothing.
There is nothing. I am diminishing, and I slowly break down and deteriorate like pebbles at the bottom of an endless, icy sea. I want to just wrap my arms around someone and sit there forever but I can't, because I lay imprisoned by the arms of stress, shackles of depression, chains of anxiety, and the claws of insomnia slowly cutting into me and letting every mistake I've ever made drip into my empty, empty brain. I'm so sick, but you can't skip. You can't skip a day if living without dying. Law won't take consideration of the kids who
C A N T D O I T A N Y M O R E.
There is light somewhere, shimmering like the sun on the surface of a cool lake. But I am trapped in a barrier, and there is no hope of me feeling the sun's rays again.
