It's okay because I've realized that no one really cares.
That no one can really hear me when I scream and claw,
Trying to climb out of this hole.
Surrounded by painful noises,
The noise they all make as I cringe and fall to the wet ground.
In the bottom of this hole.
Now I realize that I'm going to drown.
They don't care,
I can' fix myself,
How could I possibly fix others?
Medication won't do much will it?
Maybe turn me into a being who does nothing,
No fighting back anymore.
No one will reach out for me,
give me air to breathe.
Everyone around me is breathing,
when I try My lungs fill with water.
Murky water that's made up of the tears of ones who got stuck in this same hole.
The one's who couldn't breathe either.
I wish I could see the sun again,
Like I did when I was able to laugh and show a real smile.
Now they're all fake and there are new faces to wear everyday.
No one likes the real me,
Maybe, eventually, she will drown.