Sometimes i want to run away to the beach and swim deap deap too deap and let the salt in my eyes as i sob and let the water fill my lungs as i scream because its not fair and i cant do it much longer and it hurts how much i feel and the ocean will fill me up and I will feel ALIVE ALIVE ALIVE and when i leave the ocean gasping for air I will finaly breathe again. This is what would heal me. To become a beautiful mess where no one can see. To release.