I’m thinking again. Hating myself again, over absolutely nothing. I’ve been wondering, day and night…about what you ask. I’ve been wondering over…not a whole lot really. My mind is racing at the speeds such that I can’t slow it down. Trying to teach myself to breathe, but thinking about it makes me hyperventilate more...
I seem to have dug myself so deep down in this well
I don’t know if I will make it out
There are no hand grips or foot holes to brace myself
The water is rushing in faster than I thought it would when
I tripped and fell in here.
I’ve been yelling and screaming
I’m going horse
My legs are getting tired
I’m not so sure I can stay afloat for much longer
I hope this letter makes it out
If it does
Call for help
I am trapped down in a well
I am stuck in last place in this race against myself. Tell me where to go. Will I ever know what this pain I’ve been living means? ‘Tis the fucking season again. My time to feel like nothing. Comforting yet destructive. I don’t know how to reach out for the hand you keep giving. You offer but I just get irritated. For what reasons I don’t know.
I wish I could leave…leave and never come back. You think you could help me?
Yours truly,
Trapped
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