​drowning

I keep drowning and no one is here to save me. I’m clearly sinking, crying for help, but no one, absolutely no one seems to care. I simply keep drowning in this cold, arctic ocean. All alone. Some reach out to help and are genuinely worried I might cease to exist. I wish I could grab on to their hands. But I can’t. I know I should. I just always ignore their help, pretending to be okay when I’m clearly dying, drowning in this vast ocean. Ironic, isn’t it? I yearn for someone to notice but I push away when someone actually does. Either way, I’m forever grateful to all those who cared enough to ask. Now the freezing ocean water is a warmth that embraces me till the very moment I stop breathing.