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A passion burns inside of me.

What I can't explain.

A feeling that I can't escape.

A feeling that pulls me under.

Pulls me deeper into darkness.

I can't get up.

I can't move.

I can't speak.

I try to scream, but no one hears me.

Ever.

People embrace me.

Pity and more often contempt.

Written on their disgusted faces.

They try to hide it, and some hide it well.

I can always tell.

I would like to blame them.

Yet I can't seem to place it onto their shoulders.

They don't understand.

They don't see what they do to me.

No one ever does.

They probably never will.

It doesn't matter what they think anyway.

I am the one consticted in its hold.

I am the one drowning.

Blackness surrounds me.

Red flows freely around me.

Everything seems right now.

I can drag along.

Not feeling a thing.

Nothing but that feeling leaving me.

It is finally gone.

No longer do I wonder.

What it was I felt.

I care no more about that.

I worry now.

A new fear.

I had felt before, what I can't now.

I try so hard.

Heavy breaths weigh on me like smoke lingers in the air, choking the living.

I realize now, I am slipping.

I feel nothing, yet,

I am the one drowning.