These Thoughts Are Like Quick Sand And I Slowly Drown. I Plead For Help But My Voice... There's No Sound.

These thoughts are like quick sand and I slowly drown. I plead for help but my voice... There's no sound. I reach out my hand for anyone to pull me out but God damn these stupid short arms.

I answer a phone with a silent ring, I dial no numbers and the only voice to be heard is the sound of sweet nothing.

To give love but not feel it

People say that "for every door that closes another one opens" but sometimes I pull them shut.

To swim with the fishes in the land below the surface.

It doesn't make sense and I can't explain. To not know what you want but to want it so bad.