This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
No one needs to know.
No one has to know that I’m drowning from the inside
clawing for life but
praying that I sink at the same time.
Maybe drowning is not so bad
Maybe if I drown, they will be able to swim faster than they ever have
But in reality
if I drown, they drown
We are bound
Tethered together by love and blood
I float on tears that my mother hides
I float on blood poured for me without a blink of an eye
I cannot drown
Even though I’m the lost pipe dream fallen for once more
The golden child glimmering glitter instead of gold
The exhaulted future that hides in the distance
I cannot drown
I won’t drown.