Drowning

I knew tears were streaming down my face but I couldn't feel them. I felt things pushing me but I didn't open my eyes to see them. I already knew their faces by heart. All of them twisted evil and broken. Not one of them looked happy or even showed some sort of pity for this helpless girl being killed by things in her head. They had been with me for years, for almost as long as I could remember. At first I tried to fight them off but they were never really gone. What was the point in all of this. Why was I important? I'm nothing. I let them push me farther than I would ever be able to recover from, but did it really matter?