Drowning,

I am drowning.

Drowning in this sea,

this world,

and her unforgiving hand

that which I have been dealt.

I am drowning.

I am drowning.

I am drowning.

Help me,

please.

Force me to reject

the idea that is Death.

Breathe me back to Life,

and keep me afloat

above this ocean

and her wonderful embrace,

that makes me feel alive.

But still,

I am drowning,

and this embrace,

is more like a chokehold.

And what is worse,

suffocating in false promises

or drowning in the hard truth?