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I'm in over my head. I can't feel the bottom of the sea under my feet. And something lurks near me. Something dangerous, and ready to pull me down.
I try to stay calm. I try not panic, but I can feel the danger in my gut. My entire body tingles with fear. There's only one thing keeping me from swimming away- I can't swim.
It this sea of depression, like everyone else I feel lost, alone, afraid. I feel like splashing around, calling for help. But if I move, the danger gets closer.
I know that doesn't stop me from screaming, but screaming only reveals the inevitable. That on one's around to hear. Not in a million miles. My family thinks they would be able to hear, as do my friends. But they can't.
I long for some to throw me something. Anything. But trying to stay afloat is more important. But the dangerous thing brushes my foot. It's ready to drag me under. I wonder if I should let it. If I should willingly go with it. But there's a part of me that won't let me. A part that needs to stay afloat. A part that doesn't want me at the bottom.
Because that part of me knows this of it drags me under, it will tear me into pieces. The water will run blood red. It will leave me ruined slowly sinking farther from the surface.
Is this what my life has come to? Not even knowing if I want to live or not. How sad. And even mulling over everything I still don't know. The only way to survive this is to learn how to swim.
But no ones here to help me if I fail. How sad.