You're Sinking

I don't think you're sinking

but you aren't free

The waves still rock your head ,and burn your eyes, and tongue.

You are getting air

but you won't hold your breath

Won't bear the sting in your lungs and heart long enough to set yourself free

His hands on your legs are smooth like barbs but piercing if you pull away.

You won't survive if you stay

But I can't be the one to tell you that you'll drown

I can't ask you to hold your breath and cry

You must do it yourself 

and I don't know how to help

I won't be another shackle though

I won't grab onto you too

So I'll slowly float on my own

Even if I sink too

I won't grab you