No matter how much I swim, the beach is still too far away.
I'm always drowning, found myself among the corals, dreaming of the days that I would be on solid ground.
Sometimes I can still smell the grass or the freshly painted walls. still remember that play where we were all queens.
I wish I could talk, tell you all the buried truths.
I feel like im constantly grabbing for something i'll never be able to reach, the water looks very dark, maybe I'm afraid of what I will find if I swim back.
Emptiness fills my lungs and now that I can feel the grains of sand on my feet, I understand.
I have spent most of my life wanting to die.
Now I don't know how to live.