There were times I wanted to scream at you.
Scream at God,
Scream at myself,
Scream out loud,
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t dare be disrespectful.
To raise my voice,
To raise my voice at someone I love.
But I drowned in frustration.
I drowned in my tears.
Reaching my hands
Up…
Reaching out to you.
But you just stared.
You stared while I drowned.
I felt the water in my lungs.
I felt my life slipping away.
I’m scared.
God.
Why?
Why?
Why won’t you?
Why won’t he help me?
Why won’t he take my hand?
I am reaching.
Him.
Why are you killing me?
Why did he just stare?
I’m scared.
Revelation.
It hit me all at once
The rage.
The devastation.
The epiphany.
The gnawing of the truth that I tried so hard to bury.
A drowning man can’t save a drowning woman.
Not While he’s trying to save himself.
-Makini (@7yearsp)
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I wrote this when I was in a really dark place. Basically a relationship I held dear to my heart had crumbled and this was the only way I could productively express my pain
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