My body shivers as it sinks
into the cold, dark water.
My head still above the surface.
I try to escape its grasp.
The grasp that pushes me under.
I flail my arms.
I scream.
But nothing works.
I go unheard.
Its stronger.
More powerful.
It fights me with my depression.
BAM!
I sink further.
It fights me with my demise.
BAM!
I sink further.
It fights me my anxiety.
BAM!
I finally hit it.
My feet upon glass shards.
Stuck in between my toes.
Piercing my feet.
The dark water around me
fused with my pain
and turned red.
I tried to escape it
but it was inevitable.
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About the Creator
Yasmine Rivera
I am 16 years old with a passion for writing poetry and books. My material is incredibly melancholy, so do not forget the tissues.
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