I can’t swim in the ocean nor a lake, nor a creek (such absurdity)
I am wise enough, though, to know the truth about drowning and I know how beautiful the sharks may be.
I do not wish for drugs, nor death to help numb my feelings and make me quit thinking about the deepness of this Indescribable Darkness which plagues me again.
I am chained to the bed there is blood on my head and I am screaming quite effortlessly but it’s fine. (Just lovely)
I wonder what the crows might caw If I could prove to these prison guards that I am worthy of breathing again.
Dear Crows, Rescue me.
Love, Me