Mistake

Laying there, surrounded by water
Staring up at the ceiling,
Wishing you were still here

Plunging my head under
I hold my breath, not willing to surface
The seconds tick by

I hear your voice but it's faint
I'm ebbing away
Soon to be no more

You pull me from my prison

Breath life into me

I'm dazed and confused

"Help" I whisper

You hold me close

I'm cold and shaking

Never again leave me

To dwell in the darkness of my soul

Stay with me

Or have me fade away

A contest entry

A Living Hell.... And through the fires doth one emerge stronger...((Rounds contest, round 1)) by Karayan. 1000 points, ended March 19, 17 entries
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By me, right now

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Riftkin
March 15

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One can feel your pain, and your inner cry for help, only hope that there will always be someone there to help you and pull you back.
Karayan
March 15
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Again, an entry that is very touching and painfully compelling, but I am unsure if I was clear enough in my description as to what I wanted for this contest... A very masterfully written piece, and one I am proud to have read. Thank you for sharing your pain with me.