Something is wrong.

Something’s wrong. There’s an anchor pulling down on my soul. It feels so heavy. I don’t even know how it became chained to me, or when it began dragging me into the deep. I think I’m silently drowning. I’m screaming inside, but my face makes no such indication of that. I don’t know the reason why I can’t let anyone know this, see it, or let them know this anchor exists. All I know is that I have to keep it to myself, pretending I don’t feel the burning in my lungs or the pain in my chest. But it is there. I can’t be imagining it. But where is it coming from? When did the water swallow me? I just want to feel OK. Sadness is the depth, and fear is the chain of the anchor, and pain is the weighty metal dragging me down. I want to tell you, but how can I? You won’t be able to hear my voice under the waves anyway. I’ll just be drowning here forever while you keep smiling with your eyes and your face. I will smile back, even though inside, I am dying.

Sadness is the depth, and fear is the chain of the anchor, and pain is the weighty metal dragging me down. I want to tell you, but how can I? You won’t be able to hear my voice under the waves anyway. I’ll just be drowning here forever while you keep smiling with your eyes and your face. I will smile back, even though inside, I am dying.