Swimming

days drag on 

leading into nights that seem longer

an unfiltered sadness

dims my light anxiety runs through my body 

keeping me inside 

 

at least im alive

or half way there 

i feel the thickness

the breeze in the air

 

my chest is tight swimming in 

a sweatshirt thats five sizes too big 

i can’t seem to hide enough

but i’ll never find myself 

 

these thoughts live in my mind

I’ve tried to let them out 

they just come back

ten times stronger now

i’m holding back

and i swear i want out

i hate it here, i hate myself

Jordan Collins