nIne.

I feel like I am on a boat, and the boat is out in the ocean.
And the ocean is shaken up by a great big storm overhead.
And the boat is rocking back and forth in a wild, rapid way.
And somewhere along the way it sprung a horrible leak.
So it is overflowing with all of this water from the ocean.
And the water is so cold, that it chills you to the bones.
And everybody on the boat is screaming and crying out.
And they're all reaching out to grab onto their loved ones.
But I am alone, and I am quiet as a mouse as I bob around.
I go underwater and I close my mouth to keep water out.
And then I bob up to the surface, and I am gasping for air.
And no matter how much I try to cry out for somebody,
And no matter how much I try to reach out toward anyone,
Or at least something that will keep me afloat long enough,
I fail and I start to sink deeper and deeper into the water.
Everybody else weathers the storm because of friendship.
I sink deep into the ocean depths because I was alone.
I was so incredibly alone then, and I am still alone now.