I'll write a poem, if you can even call it one.

Just call it a little something.

Her heart beats at its own pace,
no longer controlled and suffocated, no emotions attached.
Her mind afloat,
with strangely no relation to where her two feet are grounded upon.


She stays oblivious to her surroundings,
with not a care about anything which brings her back to earth.
She has her head in the clouds,
soft thumping no longer felt, it has slowly faded away.


Stares at what is scattered around her,
gradually they fade away into complete darkness.
Opens her eyes once again,
this time in a corner far from reality, floating.


She doesn't let the waves carry her, they simply take her away.
She gazes at the sky with eyes that see through the darkness.
There is no light at the end of it,
nothing but pitch black all around her.


The darkness soon engulfs her as her head falls back,
her last bubble of breath dissolves in the water.
Then there was light,
and she was floating as she was sinking.


A portion of that past reality appears in light flashes,
she was staring into emptiness.
Surrounded by many others but strangely, alone.
Gazed lovingly into eyes, which didn't satisfy.

Eventually she broke free from all emotional burden,
alone, but real. Alone, but free.
What she couldn't accept was herself,
she wanted to be who she wanted to be, not herself.


With a whirling mind she forced herself away,
she wants to at least enjoy before she can never again.
No more recollections, no more flashbacks.
Just an ethereal moment she hopes will be neverending.


She reaches the bottom, and closes her eyes.
She lay still. She turned stone cold like the deep blue sea.

Everything else went on as usual.
Everything goes on as usual.
Nothing stopped for her.
Nothing will ever stop for her.

Nothing.