Water in our lungs
Scrapes and bleeding cuts
Asking one another
If the other is okay
If they are fine
If you are alright
Not asking ourselves
Not noticing yourself
Sinking in the deep end
Not looking in a mirror
To see the way my face has changed
How tight my jaw is
How the tears shed have helped my skin
How the bags beneath my eyes have simply grown in size
As I choke and wheeze
Words barely audible
As the salt rubs the cuts
Intensifies the flesh wounds I have acquired
Over the many moons spent looking after others
I struggle to survive but I survive through my fixation on problems
Belonging to different friends