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PROTECTIVE LIFE JACKET
PROTECTIVE LIFE JACKET
Written by Alana Cheng
An emotional nosedive into sadness, to be so caught up so crazily in this merciless feeling of such incredible madness, while feeling so angry with a huge mixture of incredible sadness, to be so caught up in the ocean waves of such havoc that is wreaking of such hurt and horrendous racket, as all I need now is a protective life jacket, while so crushed by the harshness that has already been brought upon me, and oftentimes it’s just not so easy for anyone to see, all to be thrown around without a sound of the aching and the breaking of having to try holding on for dear life, as there are still so many things that are always trying to cut through me to the heart, just like a sharp knife, for all I need now is a way for me to feel secure and protected from so much of the merciless racket of how life has always been to where I’d come to most truly need to wear a protective life jacket, while being so constantly thrown all about, that all I can do now is to have the most desire and longing of needing to scream and to shout, as there is just all too much that I’m trying to do in having to keep holding on for dear life, all the while as I’m continuing to go through so much struggle and strife, as I can only deal with so very much, I am able to feel myself starting to detach from this chapter in my life that I used to hold onto so tightly as a crutch, while I’m still taking a constantly emotional nosedive into sadness, even though I’m really trying not to, but I’m still constantly being so pulled into being so caught up so crazily into this merciless feeling of such incredible madness, as I’m trying to constantly feel so angry with a huge mixture of incredible sadness, and to do all that I most absolutely can in not having to be caught up in the ocean waves of such havoc that has always wreaked such hurt and horrendous racket, as all that I could ever need so very much now, is a very secure and very protective thing to keep myself from the aching and the constant breaking, as I’m just trying to make it all the way through to get to shore, as all that I’d need now is to wear a protective life jacket, to finally be able to make it through to the saving grace of an amazingly open door, as I am so done with everything else that has always been trying so hard to eat away at me to my very fucking core.
