Mar
24.
Here I am suffocating on the ocean floor with no hope anymore. My lungs begin to burn and I feel my stomach churn. The last ray of hope has vanished and I’m stuck here with no rope.
The chaotic cluster of continuous looping thoughts, constantly and consistently destroys me in my sleep.
Waking without you was one thing I never wanted to do. The empty spot where you laid hurts more than being shot.




