Fear feels like a rodent nibbling at the edges. I cannot adequately convey just how terrified I am. I live my life alone. This may sound ever so slightly self indulgent and for that I apologize. Count your blessings, people say. You have your physical health. You do not live in a war zone. You are better off than ninety five per cent of the planet. You are surrounded by people who care about what happens to you. And I cannot argue with these people because they are right. Some even say that if I pushed myself I would have a lot to offer. I laugh in their faces.
I am on the edge of night and I don’t think anyone can save me. I am engulfed by darkness. I am about to step into the abyss.
So Sick of Drowning 