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"Stuck At Sea"
He sits there, watching those around him, deaf ear to all.
He sits in his normal spot, sipping his drink, waiting for his end to come, to afraid to cause it himself.
Pain ravaging his soul, tearing him to shreds, inside and out.
Loosing himself in a stormy sea of sadness and hate.
Gone, stuck on a raft in the eye of the storm.
Drops of self hatred, large drops rain on top of him, keeping him seated at the middle of the raft, forced down by the pain of each little drop.
Only a small paddle to try and escape those waters, to escape that merciless sea.
Paddling as hard as he can there is no escape.
Happiness drowned.
Depression, a shark circling that raft, forcing him to stay afloat.
Afraid to take the plunge into the dark waters in a vast attempt to escape this hell he remains in.
Voices leak through, voices of those who tell him a truth he’s come to accept.
“You’re worthless!” The voices yell.. “You’re nothing!”
He listens to those voices to be the truth. After so long of listening.
He sits on his raft day after day, seas never calming, happiness never breaking through.
Just swells of sadness, waves of hatred, whirlpools taking him deeper and farther into the vast oceans of pain in his mind.
Stuck in this place, never able to leave, never able to live..
He is stuck in a place forcing him into sadness, forcing him into a spot where he is unable to be truly happy.
Though able to fake it, nobody ever notices the true sadness within his mind, the true loneliness.
The thoughts that pass through his mind, never to truly be revealed.
Stuck in this world, Stuck in his mind, stuck in his sadness and stuck in his pain.
Nobody to help him, nobody to sate his craving for attention, to feed his need for love.
So thus the boy is stuck there, sitting in his place, on his raft, hoping for a savior that he knows will never come.
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