Drowning

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It was like an everlasting bliss.

The cold filling my insides invading my lungs and attacking my supply of air.

Except it isn't painful. It really isn't.

It's peaceful.
I look up in wonder at the murky world above me. I can't see much from under the water, just the blue of the sky and the wispy white clouds.
Yet it's so beautiful.

So I let go.

I let go of the pain erupting in my chest. The sad depressing continuous days, the fake smiles plastered on my face, the constant tears wanting to escape.
I let it all go.
And it hurt, just a little bit.

I sink further and further into the endless unknown and I wonder,

Is this what dying feels like?

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