Quicksand Life.

You were tired
You wanted more
Something to be granted for
You just wanted life
Not slipping from your fingers
Again.

You were hidden
You screamed with no voice
The craving to cease to die as it was the only choice
You just cried, wishing another life
Not drowning into the depth of yourself
Not again.

The words are not enough
Not even yourself
This is just the start of the writing of how you feel inside
You need to change, but it does not depends only on yourself.
So, you stay, stranded.
The ground is quicksand.
Stand with me.
"I can not roam alone"