DROWN

DROWN

Emily Francois – BCS

 

Do you know what it’s like to drown?

The water rapes your lungs, forcing its way in, burning you.

Your eyes scream from the constant changing of blue to black.

Your legs are dead weight, useless to save you.

And fear pulls you down to the bottom, though you’re still at the top.

 

Do you know what it’s like to drown?

Piles of bills on the table call your name, daring you to look.

Children crying, asking why they can’t have the new clothes they desperately need.

A spouse leaving, because they can’t live this way.

And anxiety choking you until there’s no room to breathe.

 

Do you know what it’s like to drown?

Stacks of books on the floor, reminding you that you can’t afford to fail.

An essay due right around the corner holding hands with all of its other siblings due with it.

Restless nights, because you can’t make it in life if you don’t do the work.

And stress jumping on you, hoping you’ll fall with it.

 

Do you know what it’s like to drown?

Terrible names stabbing you because you look different.

Physical bruises adorn your body, the only jewelry you wear.

Loneliness following you like a dog, never leaving its master, your only companion.

And depression wrapped around you, holding you tight so you know who’s there.

 

Do you know what it’s like to drown?

I do.

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