Nothing.

I'm drowning on dry land.

Nothing can save me. No one can help me.

How did I get here, and still feel like a child. I'm expected to be years older than I am. All of my classmates are a year older than I am. I haven't got that mental maturity that I think I need, when it comes to being prepared to reality. I'm so lost, so overwhelmed.

In a pit of quicksand, drowning, watching the grains pull themselves over my head, fold me in their embrace, like a python squeezing the life out of me, a wet rag shoved down my throat, ropes binding my body. I can't move, I can't breathe, I can't see.

I'm drowning on dry land, and no one will save.