Hold Me Under

by Riley Nash

So I just work harder, sleep less, give my mother more of myself, hoping that someday, someone will come by and tell me it was enough, that I can finally rest and everything will be alright.

Maybe none of us can be saved. Or maybe, like Werner said, I’ve been handed the key to saving everyone.

Hurt me once, shame on you. Hurt me twice, shame on me. Hurt me a thousand times, I must have done something to deserve this. I was born wrong.