Comments about Shelby Carlton
Water drops all around me, forming an infinite ocean.
Each dropp is a fear, a scar, an ache, my heart torn wide open.
Each fake smile is a gasp for air; a desperate and pitiful attempt to survive.
How can I move on? How can I forget? This can’t be my life.
I’m drowning in memories.
I’m drowning in broken promises.
I’m drowning in questions of why this happened to us.
We used to be so strong.
We used to be unshakable.
Where did we go wrong?
Where can we go to make all of this forgettable?
If leaving us behind means sailing away, then I’d rather just drown ...