#TheWritingProject,
on a cold Sunday night. it was around nine-ish I had no clue that I was on a board sailing on the ocean it was so calm and peaceful, that no sound of anything around it was silent. I held my head up holding myself trying not to scream, my head was held up for so long that my eyes begin to glare with tears running down. I was in such a gloomy state that I fell back hitting my head that was upwards on the floor that's when I realize I wasn't ready for this I was afraid to look out the window, I was afraid to walk to look at anything to get my self through the silence of the sea. I whispered help silently help me get out of here, please, then my words silently started to fumble out of my mouth I heard nothing but myself talk to myself hearing my voice sing help, help ☹
by IMS... I mood swing