Sinking.

June 28, 2013

I feel like it's getting bad again

The anchor attached to my ankle

Dragging me down,

To the bottom. Below everyone & everything.

Sinking.

I'm still being pulled down by my last little tread, hoping it last until the end.

Happiness, is what I hope for at last. A place were I can find a smile that actually shows I'm happy.

I don't want the pain anymore. I want it gone for good.

I need to release this anchor, holding my pain from my childhood.

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