I was thrown into a bottomless pit of insecurty.
Trying to dig myself out with a shovel of anxiety, but the dirt kept burying me in self pity.
Depression and loneliness suffocated me as my fingers bled trying to grasp for oxygen, for another hand to pull me up.
But it was my imagination and I realized the hand reaching for me, was throwing dirt of insecurties on me.
I needed help but no one wanted to preform CPR on the girl drowning in her tears.
I found comfort in the darkness of dying and came to realize, you truly only have yourself in order to not be buried alone.
But I still can't help but wonder one thing.
Where were you?