6 whole months circle the drain. Nothing more to lose and even less to gain.
The water is rising and making it hard to breathe. Where I go from here is solely up to me.
208 days come crashing down on me like a tidal wave. School was never for me but it seems as if I have taken on a trade.
I have become real good at ignoring what is needed to better me. Let's just say it has become my specialty.
I can hold my breath 4,992 hours without even noticing it. My fingers are clenched. I am losing my grip.
This basement is flooding. I am standing here with no bucket.
Everything around me has been destroyed. I must leave it all behind and say "Fuck it".
This place will be the death of me. This room my cemetery.
I will never let go.
I'm still trying.