• If only I could describe into words the feelings I have inside. As if I’m under water and no matter how hard I kick my feet I just keep sinking deeper and deeper, until finally there is no more room for me to sink and I’m stuck, as if I’m a prisoner in my own pain. And I float there, at the bottom of everything and everybody. And I watch the world slowly pick at my heart and soul until I no longer float but fall, and no one is there to catch me. And I scream but nothing comes out. I cry but no one takes time to listen. So I fall. Thinking of moments of pain that drove me to sink so deep that I float and to float so far that I scream and cry and finally fall until I can fall no more it seems to simply be a reminder to get up and face the world. But as I do that and my soul and heart crumble beneath my feet and I use every ounce of courage to stay standing, head up high, then I realize no matter how hard I kick my feet, I will always end up sinking back down, so deep in pain, there is no point in standing proud. There is nothing to stand proud about, so I sink, then float then fall and finally die for I can no longer hide and lick my wounds. My soul, my heart, my mind are all too scared. I fall and fall and fall.