[30.5.2017]

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She doesn't know how she feels.

She doesn't know why she cries over something she loves.

Or does she love it?

She doesn't know.

The clock hits six in the afternoon and her smile turns into a frown. She packs her bags and changes into her swimwear with that same frown.

Why?

Why does she frown when she wanted to swim so badly?

She wanted to jump in that water and swim her heart out. She wanted to work out her muscles, heart and mind. She wanted it.

Now she jumps into that water and the urge to cry is so overwhelming. Every single time she stops doing something, her eyes water and burn with salty tears.

What is happening to me? Why is this happening to me? Why me?

She's conflicted. She's scared. She feels lonely with this feeling.

How can someone help me if I can't tell them what's wrong?

I don't even know what's wrong.

Someone help me.

God, tell me what's wrong with me.

I'm drowning.

Please...hold my hand and pull me back to my feet.

Because my strokes are too weak to reach the surface.

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