Water is lapping between your chin and neck, each wave colliding to the beat of your heart. The salt tastes fresh on your tongue and your mind is deliciously blank for the first time of its life. Floating away to the sea doesn't seem to be a bad idea and you can get away from the noises from the land. All the blaring of the cars; all the slamming of doors; all the shouting at you. Gone. Gone away. You are in an endless sea where nothing matters anymore and nothing bad will ever get to you. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to cry for, to hurt for and, to love for. Love is a meaningless sentiment that will continue disappoint you.

You breathe in a last breath. Salty air that fills your lungs. The sky is starting to hurt your eyes now. So you submerge.