urge

The urge to give up,
is biting me bit by bit, inside out, harder and harder each time.

Like floating in the deep blue wide ocean,
strong wind blows, huge waves hit,
no where to hold on to, no where to rely on.

Sealed.
Tight, and closed.
Only one key to unlock, one key to unleash the hidden treasure.

Like a water tank, overwhelm with water.

Eyelashes covered with charming mascara.
Curly and sparkling.
Under that pair of glasses, hide the blood shot eyes.

The urge to give up?
Or maybe I am just lying to myself.