Drowning is a feeling I know all to well.
I find myself slipping into my own personal hell.
My head tells me things that I know aren’t true.
But everything reminds me of being pushed back to black and blue.
I don’t think I can hold on for very much longer.
Everyday I pretend to get stronger.
I know I’m lying and I know I’m cheating .
But isn’t it better than sinking?
My head is barley above water, and my heart is beating fast.
I see the sweet end and the kiss of rest.
Will I give in or will I swim….
It’s a guessing game in this drowning pool that I am in.
Yours, S. 