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.