Sinking. Like that harsh sudden drop in your chest when you realize it was all your fault. When you lose all hope of anything being good again because it was your fault. This is your guilt to hold. Your actions caused this. You’ll never forgive yourself. You’re at fault. Good job.
Sinking in quicksand is no fun act. It’s all well and good to watch your toes become consumed, and the squeeze up the calf is kind of a pleasant massage. But by upper thigh, your mobility decreases. By chest, you can’t breathe. Neck, and wave goodbye. Oh that’s right – you can’t move your arms.
sinking, lower and lower into the depths of the ocean. down, down, down, until blackness enelops everything including your imagination to think of anything but darknes.
Sinking.
That feeling when you realize everything you loved is lost.
That moment when all that was good is gone.
When you want to quit, because you fucked up, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Sinking.
Help me! I am sinking. In this vast sea of expectation, where nobody cares and nobody knows. How can I express my trouble, my fear, my longing to be free? I am sinking. I can’t go anywhere because I must fulfill my standard. I must please and ars
Six hundred years ago, I was aboard a ship name The Titanimus. We set for my lady at six AM, and we fell at her feet before the sun set. The Titanimus and I were spread across the rocks, and I’ll never see my lady’s face again.
In the sinking fall of our society the first thing we’ll see vanish is women’s rights. They’ll be stricken from the workforce and thrown in a kitchen, barefooted with an over sized, stained tshirt with a tweety bird image on it.
Something of emotion. As if, I’m sinking in my mind. I’m sinking in my own emotions. Something of death. As if, I’m sinking in a boat. I’m frozen death, and I’ll always love her. <3
Sinking is a terrible feeling. Unless of course you are sinking into a manic state of bliss, in which case sinking is quite a delightful feeling! The first time I ever got crunk, I felt like I was sinking into a black hole as I lay down on my bed to try and sleep. It was incredible!
i’m sinking. sinking and falling and quickly losing my way. i love him, but i don’t love him. or maybe i do. that’s the problem with sinking. its a terrible state of being, sinking is. neither here on there, but stuck in a downward spiral.
sinking… it’s quite the opposite of floating. it’s what i feel when i lay under the sun and feel myself falling into the sky. my heart drops, my soul sinks. down. down. down. i don’t know where the bottom is, haven’t hit it yet, but soon enough I’ll fall far enough to be sunk.
Darkness swallows me as I plunge through the frigid water. I pull at my surrounding but can’t move back towards the light. I’m sinking, going under with no way up.
I’m sinking. Sinking. Deep into the depths of my mistakes. There is no way back up. I just keep spiraling downward. I feel lost in an ocean of poor choices and terrible consequences. Someday, somehow, I will stop. Sinking.
Sinking is the kind of feeling I would definitely not like to associate with pudding. though, sinking in pudding would be alright, as long as it isn’t Shark Infested Custard (TM James Carr international PLC inc. org. also.). Beats drowning in briny water. With oil in it. And whale semen. Also.
The ship is sinking. Everything we knew is doing down. You’re heart drops and words seem too mean nothing. This is the start of the bottom. This is sinking.
Ship beneath the water, my heart when my love leaves me. The feeling in my stomach when i get bad news. The emotion i feel at all the wrong times. A moment i can never forget, but long to. A scary moment without the ability to control the outcome-powerless.
i am sinking, my body is falling, my breathing is slowing, and i am dying, i want to scream but the water is sinking into my lungs, help me scream., i want to sings, i want to fly, but the water is weighing me down, why why why i want to run, but my feet are covered in mermaids and they wont let go!
I feel like I’m sinking sometimes… Weighed down by the pressures and problems in my life… by the people who say they love me, but turn around to ignore my pain. I have this chain connected to my ankle that continually pulls me down, deeper and deeper, and it seems that there’s no way to get back up.
I find myself alone, in the middle of the ocean. I can’t see land from where I am. I look down into the salty, seawater, only to see my feet, slowly drifting to the bottom. My body didn’t react. I just kept sinking. My lungs filled with water. I screamed, hoping someone could save me from this horrible nightmare.
I feel as if I’m sinking, you’re hands holding me down beneath the surface, drowning. The black reaches up to welcome me into its cold grasp, and my heart drifts into oblivion.
In the ocean of life we all sink further that we could go. Every time one tries to rush to the surface a riptide would always try to pull that person down. It would not let you escape.
there was a crash and then the light fell forward. it was crushing me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. i could feel the pressure like the whole world lay on my chest and then the water seeped into my eyes. the ship was gone.
sinking in my soul…dreaming, dreaming of the things they tell me to. violence violence sex sex money money money fill your mouth, fill your guts and fall farther fall faster and then (oh god, I cant open my eyes.) its okay, you weren’t meant to see the city streets and hear the gun shots anyway, and besides, they’re far away. sink, dearest, sleep. bang.bang.bang.bang.more.more.harder.break me.ka-ching.
Every time the events played back in my head, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t ready to face them again. It was nothing like last year, when I couldn’t wait to see my friends. I wouldn’t say I was scared now; I was just apprehensive. How would they act? More importantly, how should I act? I couldn’t worry about something I couldn’t control, however. The time would come, but for now, I had to enjoy my last moments of peace.
sliding down to an abyss. cold, faint bubbles blowing away towards salvation, but they’ll never help you, in fact they make it all worse. you can see the light falter and yet, no matter how hard you try, it just fades more and more, shimmering in the memory of a life that passed away before you could grasp it.
the feeling I got at my last job. no stability. can’t move your feet but see the right path. drowning while breathing. to the point where you blame yourself for other’s problems.
sinking in my soul dreaming, dreaming of the things they tell me to. violence violence sex sex money money money fill your mouth, fall farther fall faster and then…oh god, I cant open my eyes. its okay, you wern’t meant to see the city streets and hear the gun shots anyway. sink, dearest, sleep.
All day I’ve felt this nagging sinking feeling. No matter how hard I work, not being able to keep my head above water. Overwhelming. Part of me wishes to just give up and let the inevitable happen, but the other part of me keeps that part going. Glutton for punishment? I think so!
i can’t help but feel this sinking feeling. my hearts has already sank down to my knees and it threatens to go down farther. i know that if it does, i would lose my heart and could probably never love again.
Lowering her head, she gave into the sinking feeling in her stomach. The butterflies curled up and shriveled away, only to be replaced by a horrible emotion that mirrors the Titanic’s last moments.She never should have said yes to the boy and his frivolous plans.
fuck we’re sinking like titanic there better not be sharks or someones gonna die wait life boats let’s go! wee boats of life how win no more sinking nope nope nope haha I cheat death with my prussian awesomeness HAHAHAAA
The sinking feeling grew stronger with every passing second. There was nowhere left to hide, no walls to climb, just the cold and hard fate.
Fate that would come. Close your eyes, count to ten, and it will be over.
But the only fear is fear itself–and when you open your eyes, it will be better. Throw yourself off the cliff. Sink into the water. Maybe the ocean floor is colorful, after all.
Sinking. Like that harsh sudden drop in your chest when you realize it was all your fault. When you lose all hope of anything being good again because it was your fault. This is your guilt to hold. Your actions caused this. You’ll never forgive yourself. You’re at fault. Good job.
I’m Sinking.
Sinking in quicksand is no fun act. It’s all well and good to watch your toes become consumed, and the squeeze up the calf is kind of a pleasant massage. But by upper thigh, your mobility decreases. By chest, you can’t breathe. Neck, and wave goodbye. Oh that’s right – you can’t move your arms.
sinking, lower and lower into the depths of the ocean. down, down, down, until blackness enelops everything including your imagination to think of anything but darknes.
Sinking.
That feeling when you realize everything you loved is lost.
That moment when all that was good is gone.
When you want to quit, because you fucked up, and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Sinking.
Faded memories are pulling me under; asphyxiation at the hands of nostalgia.
My feet are planted firmly on dry land, yet I’m drowning in my past.
Help me! I am sinking. In this vast sea of expectation, where nobody cares and nobody knows. How can I express my trouble, my fear, my longing to be free? I am sinking. I can’t go anywhere because I must fulfill my standard. I must please and ars
Six hundred years ago, I was aboard a ship name The Titanimus. We set for my lady at six AM, and we fell at her feet before the sun set. The Titanimus and I were spread across the rocks, and I’ll never see my lady’s face again.
In the sinking fall of our society the first thing we’ll see vanish is women’s rights. They’ll be stricken from the workforce and thrown in a kitchen, barefooted with an over sized, stained tshirt with a tweety bird image on it.
Something of emotion. As if, I’m sinking in my mind. I’m sinking in my own emotions. Something of death. As if, I’m sinking in a boat. I’m frozen death, and I’ll always love her. <3
Sinking is a terrible feeling. Unless of course you are sinking into a manic state of bliss, in which case sinking is quite a delightful feeling! The first time I ever got crunk, I felt like I was sinking into a black hole as I lay down on my bed to try and sleep. It was incredible!
falling water drowning people economy trickling quicksand time down lowering
i’m sinking. sinking and falling and quickly losing my way. i love him, but i don’t love him. or maybe i do. that’s the problem with sinking. its a terrible state of being, sinking is. neither here on there, but stuck in a downward spiral.
sinking… it’s quite the opposite of floating. it’s what i feel when i lay under the sun and feel myself falling into the sky. my heart drops, my soul sinks. down. down. down. i don’t know where the bottom is, haven’t hit it yet, but soon enough I’ll fall far enough to be sunk.
Darkness swallows me as I plunge through the frigid water. I pull at my surrounding but can’t move back towards the light. I’m sinking, going under with no way up.
I’m sinking. Sinking. Deep into the depths of my mistakes. There is no way back up. I just keep spiraling downward. I feel lost in an ocean of poor choices and terrible consequences. Someday, somehow, I will stop. Sinking.
Sinking is the kind of feeling I would definitely not like to associate with pudding. though, sinking in pudding would be alright, as long as it isn’t Shark Infested Custard (TM James Carr international PLC inc. org. also.). Beats drowning in briny water. With oil in it. And whale semen. Also.
Sinking is my heart, for it’s been shot, burned, and cut into pieces.
Sinking is my soul, for it feels dead to the core.
Sinking is my life, because it feels like its falling apart.
Sinking it is.
The ship is sinking. Everything we knew is doing down. You’re heart drops and words seem too mean nothing. This is the start of the bottom. This is sinking.
Ship beneath the water, my heart when my love leaves me. The feeling in my stomach when i get bad news. The emotion i feel at all the wrong times. A moment i can never forget, but long to. A scary moment without the ability to control the outcome-powerless.
water. slow. drowning. i cant inhale. i need to go up but my body wont move. deeper. faster. fading light.
i am sinking, my body is falling, my breathing is slowing, and i am dying, i want to scream but the water is sinking into my lungs, help me scream., i want to sings, i want to fly, but the water is weighing me down, why why why i want to run, but my feet are covered in mermaids and they wont let go!
I feel like I’m sinking sometimes… Weighed down by the pressures and problems in my life… by the people who say they love me, but turn around to ignore my pain. I have this chain connected to my ankle that continually pulls me down, deeper and deeper, and it seems that there’s no way to get back up.
I find myself alone, in the middle of the ocean. I can’t see land from where I am. I look down into the salty, seawater, only to see my feet, slowly drifting to the bottom. My body didn’t react. I just kept sinking. My lungs filled with water. I screamed, hoping someone could save me from this horrible nightmare.
I feel as if I’m sinking, you’re hands holding me down beneath the surface, drowning. The black reaches up to welcome me into its cold grasp, and my heart drifts into oblivion.
In the ocean of life we all sink further that we could go. Every time one tries to rush to the surface a riptide would always try to pull that person down. It would not let you escape.
But you should.
there was a crash and then the light fell forward. it was crushing me, squeezing the air out of my lungs. i could feel the pressure like the whole world lay on my chest and then the water seeped into my eyes. the ship was gone.
sinking in my soul…dreaming, dreaming of the things they tell me to. violence violence sex sex money money money fill your mouth, fill your guts and fall farther fall faster and then (oh god, I cant open my eyes.) its okay, you weren’t meant to see the city streets and hear the gun shots anyway, and besides, they’re far away. sink, dearest, sleep. bang.bang.bang.bang.more.more.harder.break me.ka-ching.
Every time the events played back in my head, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. I wasn’t ready to face them again. It was nothing like last year, when I couldn’t wait to see my friends. I wouldn’t say I was scared now; I was just apprehensive. How would they act? More importantly, how should I act? I couldn’t worry about something I couldn’t control, however. The time would come, but for now, I had to enjoy my last moments of peace.
sliding down to an abyss. cold, faint bubbles blowing away towards salvation, but they’ll never help you, in fact they make it all worse. you can see the light falter and yet, no matter how hard you try, it just fades more and more, shimmering in the memory of a life that passed away before you could grasp it.
the feeling I got at my last job. no stability. can’t move your feet but see the right path. drowning while breathing. to the point where you blame yourself for other’s problems.
sinking in my soul dreaming, dreaming of the things they tell me to. violence violence sex sex money money money fill your mouth, fall farther fall faster and then…oh god, I cant open my eyes. its okay, you wern’t meant to see the city streets and hear the gun shots anyway. sink, dearest, sleep.
All day I’ve felt this nagging sinking feeling. No matter how hard I work, not being able to keep my head above water. Overwhelming. Part of me wishes to just give up and let the inevitable happen, but the other part of me keeps that part going. Glutton for punishment? I think so!
im sinking in your love cuz i love you so much and you are everything i want, my heart is sinking too.
we are sinking in this horrible love game.
I want to stay afloat. I don’t want to let the waves wash over my head. In fact, I don’t want to sink, unless it’s into a bean bag chair.
Sometimes ships sink. There are many reasons, but the outcome is always the same. What was once a vessel becomes a relic. A lost cause of sorts
i can’t help but feel this sinking feeling. my hearts has already sank down to my knees and it threatens to go down farther. i know that if it does, i would lose my heart and could probably never love again.
sinking into love. sinking into a great book. sinking into a juicy peach. sinking into the bay. sinking into summer.
Lowering her head, she gave into the sinking feeling in her stomach. The butterflies curled up and shriveled away, only to be replaced by a horrible emotion that mirrors the Titanic’s last moments.She never should have said yes to the boy and his frivolous plans.
fuck we’re sinking like titanic there better not be sharks or someones gonna die wait life boats let’s go! wee boats of life how win no more sinking nope nope nope haha I cheat death with my prussian awesomeness HAHAHAAA
The sinking feeling grew stronger with every passing second. There was nowhere left to hide, no walls to climb, just the cold and hard fate.
Fate that would come. Close your eyes, count to ten, and it will be over.
But the only fear is fear itself–and when you open your eyes, it will be better. Throw yourself off the cliff. Sink into the water. Maybe the ocean floor is colorful, after all.