This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oxford Emory chapter.
Like I keep injecting myself
So temporary
That feeling of freedom
But then i am liberated
Freed from my own mind
The voices don’t yell in my head
anymore
Then it wears off,
The typewriters don’t click
And the feeling comes again
It washes over me
It drowns me.
Struggling for air
I reach for oxygen
For anything
And suddenly
Although it’s blurry
I see someone else in these waters
I grab a hand
It holds mine
suddenly
I lie above the water
Never more alive.