In the middle of the ocean.

Many days and nights through writing my life out on pages. Trying to continue to live and be a rock for all to lean on. I want to shout so that whole world including myself can hear. I AM NOT A ROCK. I am a woman whom at times try to be strong. Yet deep inside there is this little girl crying and screaming. Not knowing if she wants to grow-up, can grow-up, or just don't know how to. Others may not see her nor can they feel her, and yet she is real. I can see her in the middle of the ocean desperately trying to hold on to life. Drowning and crying out for help, but know one can see or hear her except me. Floating in the middle of the ocean, waiting, for me to save me.