Drowning...Gosh....I'm Only 18!
My mind.
My brain.
My thoughts.
My emotions.
My regrets.
My disappointments.
My failures.
I'm drowning in every single one of them, and I'm trying to get air so I can breathe....but I can't....gosh, I'm only 18!....
When one of my problems is finished, another one comes hurling over.
Nobody understands the pain...every morning I wake up and wonder why I am still here.
I just don't want to have to deal with life's messed up issues.
I'm drowning as every comment comes flowing in - because the bad always comes with the good.
Make 'em stop! I'm broken....and life is passing me by. I have little to no desire to do this anymore.
What am I doing? I'm drowning, and I need someone....gosh, I'm only 18!...
Though these thoughts and emotions keep coming, there is one I will cling to ~ That I am Christ's and His child and He is mine!
I know that Jesus is The Way. The Truth. The Life. (John 14:6)
Amen! Soli Deo Gloria!!
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Deeply personal psychological struggle with minimal abstraction or philosophical distance.
SparseMeasureDense
Extremely dense; rapid-fire emotional statements and ideas pile relentlessly throughout.
DarkSentimentBright
Overwhelmingly negative despair tempered only by final spiritual affirmation.
StillEnergyExplosive
Frantic, urgent voice with exclamation marks and breathless pacing throughout.
MicroLengthEpic
Approximately 31-60 lines of unbroken prose-poetry flow.
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Central metaphor of drowning repeated; some personification; otherwise declarative and direct.
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal monologue; no narrative arc or dramatic persona shift.
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