Help. Please help me. I need you. I might not want you but–it’s true. I need you. I want anything but to be with you. Don’t let me go. I’m Falling. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
I’m sinking down into a well, there is no darkness there is no sense of gravity but I am floating down further and further I can feel nothing, not even apathy its as if I’m at the beginning of my existence before anything has ever happened to me. I begin to feel the sense of being alone.
erica
drowning in a toilet.
sinking in a little toy boat in a bathtub, because i little kid keeps dunking you under water.
dying ship, titanic, drowning, you can drown when you sink. water in lungs. can’t breathe. Dying person. Plunging. scary
Irina
drawning in my own thoughts after crashing into an iceberg
melko
The ship was sinking fast. What could we do? Nothing. Just sit and wait to die a watery death… there was nothing else. My heart would sink with the ship, drowning in memories of my love left to wait on the land that awaited us. What of the children? What of the stories I was to bring, the presents I was to give. It was impossible to bear thinking of those things. I couldn’t. I couldn’t just allow their lives to end with mine. I ran up the grand stairs of the main inner lobby, out into the frigid night air. Screaming… endless screams from sobbing children and abandoned wives.
Jessie Souza
Sinking and floating and soaring and flying and caring and bullshit. sinking. such negative connotation. sinking into the depths of the sea! but then there is positive connotation. sinking into His heart. sinking beneath the golden grove of trees. Negative? Positive? fortunate? misfortune… sinking. water. depth. greatness.
Hanna B
sometimes i feel like i can’t breathe, can’t move just am stuck, sinking. it usually is when i think about money and bills. really, i don’t have many and am lucky and i have help but i get this feeling. it makes me hurt in my gut it is weird i do not like it so much. i have never really sunk though. i am lucky.
simone
Sinking. Blup blup blup. Blup blup blup. That’s all I have.
I feel as though I am falling through the sky then to the depths of the sea where i will find treasures and tidbits of joy. sensation
Ashley
Sinking, float or sink. do or die. i feel like i’m sinking sometimes, well a lot of the time. boats sink, i sink. fish swim. i wish i swam.
Laura D.
sinking feeling in your heart, “sinking” your ipod, a ship sinking….going lower and lower or in and about….sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is just not right……rising
sometimes i feel that i am sinking into what will most certainly be the deepest hole i have ever dug for myself. Im terrified and I dont want to disappoint my mom……i love her so much.
sara thorpe
Sinking is what happens when you’re in too deep, burying yourself in mistakes you’ve made. You must learn to break free before you sink completely into you
Turd
falling down under the waters. its so blue. its so cold. so dark. i cant breathe. i cant swim. its forever going on. and suddenly my chest is exploding. i cant take it anymore. i must get out. and then i let out the air and finally give up. its time. im done. i have to die. down to davy jones’ locker.
kelly
Sinking, falling, to descend deep. I feel a loss, a lacking. I have lost something, but what? What is gone, that I cannot seem to regain? I cannot think, or even feel, what with this sinking, so deep, so surreal. Sinking, as if in guilt? Dread? Is it my heart that falls? My spirit? My mind?
Maybe so, but I cannot tell, I can’t know what makes me feel this depth of loss, depravity, pain, or confusion. A feeling that all humans have experienced, but none can truly comprehend, explain, or grasp. Is it unique to me? I think not.
Yes, I cannot imagine sharing this feeling with another, at any time, but especially now. Now while it is so real, fresh, poignant. Is this eternal? Or does it pass?
If it is eternal, what has brought it on? If it passes what shall banish it? I cannot tell.
Josh
She felt her heart racing, her limbs stretching. No matter how hard she kicked she felt she was going nowhere, and now her lungs were being crushed. She awoke with a start and found herself tangled in sheets, not suspended in water as she had originally dreamed. She rubbed her eyes and allowed herself to calm her racing heart.
Kylie Negin
I sat on the toilet wrapped in a towel waiting for the hot water to fill the bath tub. I loved the steam rising off of the surface and the loud noise of the water plunging from the facet into the water. I leaned over and stuck my hand in, swirling it around, tracing circles with my finger. As I pushed my hand further down to touch the slippery bottom and my ring slipped off. I watched it, as if in slow motion, sinking slowly to the bottom.
siking. oh, how she was sinking. Despair, nothingness, everything. EVERYTHING! Funny how everything turns into nothing and then back on to everything, a little bit, a lot. Sinking. Drowning. Trying to swim when it’s too late to save anything, yet saving it all, all that mattered. Because it can only be beautiful when it’s unfulfilled.
Val
The ship had crashed on the rocks in front of the shore. The hull sustained a gash six feet wide. Without hope, we quickly drank in the water, meeting our salty deaths.
In a pool climbing for breath over and over your muscles love and live for that touch of air. what you dont know is if you’ll get to the top the sun bright on your back cooking your skin. summer and ice and pools beach water turtles love ice cream and yeah everything with it.
Ivori Balas
I was sinking into sand with no escape and i was beginning to suffocate, but was pulled out and saved by an unknown person. It was amazing how it was someone who did not know or have any intention of knowing me as they walked away into the darkness, I tried to call out to them but they long vanished.
Micah Whaley
Glorious. Here I go again. I try to waste some time on the internet, and I sink into the same repetitive cycles. I try to stop drinking, same thing. When I come out of this it will be back down to something else.
sassybohemian
one moment, rising the next… there’s nothing like swininging on a summers day to clear the head… sure the kids at the park think you’re silly… an adult swining? their faces suggest, but for me, it’s the best, fastest way to feel free, to be happy, to relive the happiness in life that was my childhood.
partycraftsecrets
It’s a feeling I have every morning. I wake up. I feel the bed give under me. It’s ironic. That’s a reflection of who I am. I. am. Sink-ing. Everything I do is a sink-ism. And for the love of it all, people can’t figure out how to spell it.
Heather
I was sinking so fast I couldnt think, speak, or even breath. All i want to do is get out. I dont want to be sinking in my guilt and depression. It hurts to much all my mistakes and secrets.
Samm
Sinking, falling, water in my mouth and in my nose and I open all my eyes, but it’s all a blur. It’s all just out of control, and I can feel myself drowning, sinking, dying.
mindie
falling to the bottom of the ocean, my thoughts scramble. how did i get here? when did things get so bad? i’m all out of ideas, no way to fix things. there’s no going up from here. i’m sinking, about to hit rock bottom and there isn’t anything i can do from here.
HLRY
ship, slowing decending into the waves deep into the dark, mysterious ocean. My first instinct was to panic but Then I was overcame with curiosity and accepted my fate….soon I was going to know what death feels like floating among the sharks
I am sinking into myself, I am an ocean. The waves crash and crash and crash, but they do not sweep me off my feet. I love water because I can swim, my brothers can’t swim. They sink.
Sometimes I feel like I’m sinking and no one sees it
Sometimes, just when I need it, you grab me out and remind me that this is good
E
ships, they sink.
slowly,
or toppled over by fierce gales
in an instant.
the bottom is far
or near,
possibly the cause of all disaster
and the easiest to avoid
I feel like I am trapped. I have so much shit in my life. I’m sinking day by day. I’m in so much pain. So much lose surrounds me. I have lost everyone that matters. Now I am alone. Save me from this sinking ship…
Liz
My world came down, flowing around me. My heart was beating but no blood rushed to me. I was sinking. The sorrow and misery that began in heart was travelling through my bloodstream, shutting down my nervous system, destroying me.
Claudia B
Falling down into the water, drowning in a pit of mud. why is this happening to me? I don’t understand the way you looked when you let go of my hand, and why you walked away without looking back.
Help. Please help me. I need you. I might not want you but–it’s true. I need you. I want anything but to be with you. Don’t let me go. I’m Falling. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.
deep.
I’m sinking down into a well, there is no darkness there is no sense of gravity but I am floating down further and further I can feel nothing, not even apathy its as if I’m at the beginning of my existence before anything has ever happened to me. I begin to feel the sense of being alone.
drowning in a toilet.
sinking in a little toy boat in a bathtub, because i little kid keeps dunking you under water.
Falling.
Dropping.
Missing. Wanting…without.
Being.
Waiting.
Wishing.
Wanting.
Missing.
Waiting.
Grasping.
Needing.
Missing.
shinking
shinking ship
that’s all I can think of
My mother just had her
braces taken off
but that’s how she would have
said it
dying ship, titanic, drowning, you can drown when you sink. water in lungs. can’t breathe. Dying person. Plunging. scary
drawning in my own thoughts after crashing into an iceberg
The ship was sinking fast. What could we do? Nothing. Just sit and wait to die a watery death… there was nothing else. My heart would sink with the ship, drowning in memories of my love left to wait on the land that awaited us. What of the children? What of the stories I was to bring, the presents I was to give. It was impossible to bear thinking of those things. I couldn’t. I couldn’t just allow their lives to end with mine. I ran up the grand stairs of the main inner lobby, out into the frigid night air. Screaming… endless screams from sobbing children and abandoned wives.
Sinking and floating and soaring and flying and caring and bullshit. sinking. such negative connotation. sinking into the depths of the sea! but then there is positive connotation. sinking into His heart. sinking beneath the golden grove of trees. Negative? Positive? fortunate? misfortune… sinking. water. depth. greatness.
sometimes i feel like i can’t breathe, can’t move just am stuck, sinking. it usually is when i think about money and bills. really, i don’t have many and am lucky and i have help but i get this feeling. it makes me hurt in my gut it is weird i do not like it so much. i have never really sunk though. i am lucky.
Sinking. Blup blup blup. Blup blup blup. That’s all I have.
The Titanic. My iPod, wait that’s syncing. Awes shucks. A person in quick sand, (don’t struggle too much in it).
I feel as though I am falling through the sky then to the depths of the sea where i will find treasures and tidbits of joy. sensation
Sinking, float or sink. do or die. i feel like i’m sinking sometimes, well a lot of the time. boats sink, i sink. fish swim. i wish i swam.
sinking feeling in your heart, “sinking” your ipod, a ship sinking….going lower and lower or in and about….sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is just not right……rising
sometimes i feel that i am sinking into what will most certainly be the deepest hole i have ever dug for myself. Im terrified and I dont want to disappoint my mom……i love her so much.
Sinking is what happens when you’re in too deep, burying yourself in mistakes you’ve made. You must learn to break free before you sink completely into you
falling down under the waters. its so blue. its so cold. so dark. i cant breathe. i cant swim. its forever going on. and suddenly my chest is exploding. i cant take it anymore. i must get out. and then i let out the air and finally give up. its time. im done. i have to die. down to davy jones’ locker.
Sinking, falling, to descend deep. I feel a loss, a lacking. I have lost something, but what? What is gone, that I cannot seem to regain? I cannot think, or even feel, what with this sinking, so deep, so surreal. Sinking, as if in guilt? Dread? Is it my heart that falls? My spirit? My mind?
Maybe so, but I cannot tell, I can’t know what makes me feel this depth of loss, depravity, pain, or confusion. A feeling that all humans have experienced, but none can truly comprehend, explain, or grasp. Is it unique to me? I think not.
Yes, I cannot imagine sharing this feeling with another, at any time, but especially now. Now while it is so real, fresh, poignant. Is this eternal? Or does it pass?
If it is eternal, what has brought it on? If it passes what shall banish it? I cannot tell.
She felt her heart racing, her limbs stretching. No matter how hard she kicked she felt she was going nowhere, and now her lungs were being crushed. She awoke with a start and found herself tangled in sheets, not suspended in water as she had originally dreamed. She rubbed her eyes and allowed herself to calm her racing heart.
I sat on the toilet wrapped in a towel waiting for the hot water to fill the bath tub. I loved the steam rising off of the surface and the loud noise of the water plunging from the facet into the water. I leaned over and stuck my hand in, swirling it around, tracing circles with my finger. As I pushed my hand further down to touch the slippery bottom and my ring slipped off. I watched it, as if in slow motion, sinking slowly to the bottom.
siking. oh, how she was sinking. Despair, nothingness, everything. EVERYTHING! Funny how everything turns into nothing and then back on to everything, a little bit, a lot. Sinking. Drowning. Trying to swim when it’s too late to save anything, yet saving it all, all that mattered. Because it can only be beautiful when it’s unfulfilled.
The ship had crashed on the rocks in front of the shore. The hull sustained a gash six feet wide. Without hope, we quickly drank in the water, meeting our salty deaths.
In a pool climbing for breath over and over your muscles love and live for that touch of air. what you dont know is if you’ll get to the top the sun bright on your back cooking your skin. summer and ice and pools beach water turtles love ice cream and yeah everything with it.
I was sinking into sand with no escape and i was beginning to suffocate, but was pulled out and saved by an unknown person. It was amazing how it was someone who did not know or have any intention of knowing me as they walked away into the darkness, I tried to call out to them but they long vanished.
Glorious. Here I go again. I try to waste some time on the internet, and I sink into the same repetitive cycles. I try to stop drinking, same thing. When I come out of this it will be back down to something else.
one moment, rising the next… there’s nothing like swininging on a summers day to clear the head… sure the kids at the park think you’re silly… an adult swining? their faces suggest, but for me, it’s the best, fastest way to feel free, to be happy, to relive the happiness in life that was my childhood.
It’s a feeling I have every morning. I wake up. I feel the bed give under me. It’s ironic. That’s a reflection of who I am. I. am. Sink-ing. Everything I do is a sink-ism. And for the love of it all, people can’t figure out how to spell it.
I was sinking so fast I couldnt think, speak, or even breath. All i want to do is get out. I dont want to be sinking in my guilt and depression. It hurts to much all my mistakes and secrets.
Sinking, falling, water in my mouth and in my nose and I open all my eyes, but it’s all a blur. It’s all just out of control, and I can feel myself drowning, sinking, dying.
falling to the bottom of the ocean, my thoughts scramble. how did i get here? when did things get so bad? i’m all out of ideas, no way to fix things. there’s no going up from here. i’m sinking, about to hit rock bottom and there isn’t anything i can do from here.
ship, slowing decending into the waves deep into the dark, mysterious ocean. My first instinct was to panic but Then I was overcame with curiosity and accepted my fate….soon I was going to know what death feels like floating among the sharks
Falling. Dropping. Missing. Wanting. Without…being. Waiting. Wishing. Wanting. Missing. Waiting. Grasping. Needing. Missing.
I am sinking into myself, I am an ocean. The waves crash and crash and crash, but they do not sweep me off my feet. I love water because I can swim, my brothers can’t swim. They sink.
Sometimes I feel like I’m sinking and no one sees it
Sometimes, just when I need it, you grab me out and remind me that this is good
ships, they sink.
slowly,
or toppled over by fierce gales
in an instant.
the bottom is far
or near,
possibly the cause of all disaster
and the easiest to avoid
I feel like I am trapped. I have so much shit in my life. I’m sinking day by day. I’m in so much pain. So much lose surrounds me. I have lost everyone that matters. Now I am alone. Save me from this sinking ship…
My world came down, flowing around me. My heart was beating but no blood rushed to me. I was sinking. The sorrow and misery that began in heart was travelling through my bloodstream, shutting down my nervous system, destroying me.
Falling down into the water, drowning in a pit of mud. why is this happening to me? I don’t understand the way you looked when you let go of my hand, and why you walked away without looking back.