Drown
I feel as though
My hands and feet,
Are individually knotted down
To weights that lie under water.
I am helplessly submerged
With but an inch of space between
My body
And the
Surface.
It's like a game;
I recieve the pleasure to watch the sky,
While the sky gets to capture my soul.
But, it is not simply water,
That is surrounding me.
No, it is my thoughts,
Like the ocean,
Deep,
Dark,
Dangerous,
Pressuring;
And they are not simple weights
Holding me down.
The weights are people I thought I once loved.
No, that's not right.
I thought had once loved me.
But, if they had loved me,
Rather than concieve me like they had,
Why would they be killing me?
I am drowning in my own thoughts.
I can't escape.
I can't stand up.
I can't breathe.
I just have to lie here;
And find the best part of the sky
Then close my eyes,
For a final
Time.
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