Swept under.
She had been drowning for years.
And I mean,
years.
Every thought and every feeling she had, she drowned in it.
She felt the words of others and her own thoughts choke her.
Suffocate her.
These thoughts crushed her from the inside out.
They took her breath away.
They made her panic.
Panic.
And panic more.
“Make it stop.” Her lungs screamed.
“Make it stop NOW!”
But her own destructive thoughts were too loud.
They were killing her.
It was unexplainable just how much pain she caused herself.
She was advised to get help.
But she didn’t want help. She was scared of help. She was scared of who she was. She didn’t want to unveil the monster within.
She was bad and she knew it. She had sick thoughts that she couldn’t control.
She wondered why she was different? Why she didn’t fit in? Why she felt so alone?
“It’s time to wake up”. She realised.
Wake up to the reality,
That she was fine the way she was.
Her thoughts and realisations swam to the surface of her mind in desperation and her lungs were finally filled with oxygen.
A relief.
She could be herself.
Or would she just be swept under again?
