drip

~ twixx ~

There’s something about the sound of dripping water that has the power to completely fuck over your mind.

Not to say that my mind wasn’t fucked over to begin with.

But every goddamn second i have to hear that constant, unending

drip.

is another ten years of hell all passed through at once.

I never asked for this.

I just wanted it to be over.

If I had known this was what waited for me, I wouldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t have just let myself fall back under the water, wouldn’t have allowed the ocean to fill my lungs and burn my throat on its way. I wouldn't have accepted it as I sank gently down. I would've put up a fight.

It’s cold.

It’s a cold, wet haze, feeling light as a feather, yet so heavy that you shouldn’t be able to move an inch. I look down and see only an ever-growing puddle, but the water isn’t me. It can’t be. I’m not just water. I should be breathing, living, should be feeling, I just--

can’t.

I used to have a name.

I used to.

Used to have a name, friends, a body, everything. I used to have a life. But for fuck’s sake, I can’t remember any of it. All I can do is heave empty sobs and replay the harrowing, god-awful moments of the water enveloping my every inch. It hurts to think, hurts to do anything, to exist is nothing but burning, shivering, ice-cold agony.

I’m tired.

Tired of water, tired of remembering, tired of everything.

I don’t want it to end, I want to end.

But I can always count on that goddamn dripping.

drip

Author Notes: eee what do you think? i wrote this and kinda found it overly edgy but i'm interested to see what you guys think!

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