Blah.

There is a lot going on inside my head, most of which is not positive. It

almost feels like I was swimming in the ocean. I lost my balance. Now, I am being slammed wave, after wave, after wave. Everything is clouded around me. All I can focus on is the next one approaching. I don’t know when or how hard, but I can feel it's not too far along. Even if there is time to escape this overwhelming torture I can’t. I am paralyzed. Held down by the darkness that lurks from within my own head. I can’t breathe. It feels as though someone is constantly sitting on my chest for I only gasp for air. I can’t feel. The numbness spreads through me as if it was a wildfire damning a forest to its knees. Slowly, then all at once. It gives me the sensation of being exiled to an eternal winter as the ice freezes me to the earth below. The demons rather pleased, frolic through the heavy snows and wiping winds as if it didn’t even exist. Their faces painted with thick grins of satisfaction as if they were Wonderland’s Cheshire cat. Shackled, bound hand and foot to further endure this, this agony. As if the seventeen years wasn’t enough already. My mind is bombarded with the instinct to scream. Scream to be let out of this unbearable hell. Scream to be unshackled and brought back to the surface. Scream because the faint view of the sky brands my heart with desire. Yet no one can hear me from beneath the waves. Beneath the pit demons have been digging for years. The breaking waves swallow my pleas, drowning me further. Though, some people hear the faint cries every once in a while, but merely write it off as a seagull calling out for its next meal. Their turned backs no longer come as a surprise.