would you cross the 7 seas for me ?

follow me down the steps into the sea,
becoming surrounded by my own worries and sorrows.
not knowing where it’ll take us,
but knowing eventually the water will get too deep, and rise up above our heads.
we take a deep breath, but once I start to panic, I lose control.
water starts to fill my lungs, and now I can’t breathe, my soul is slipping away, and then, in that moment, I feel nothing. numb. all I can do is see.
finally I sink deeper and deeper into my sorrows and worries, reaching for the light that seems to grow further and further away.
you try to grab my hand but I let go, because I’m no longer there anymore.
I just want to be left alone in the darkness of the water that I created.
hoping that eventually I’ll float up back to the light, and become alive again.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
Mary Shelley (via nikoledarling)

I hate you. & go fuck yourself.