Quicksand

I’m drowning

Sinking

Falling

This quicksand is

Dragging me

Pulling

Eating me alive

Suffocating

The walls are closing in

Now

The rooms are getting smaller

It’s hard to breathe

Hard to see

Hard to think

Hard to be

Who I used to be

I can’t remember

What happiness is

I can’t remember

How to laugh

Without it sounding forced

I feel

This quicksand

Will be the end

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