Drink 'til I Drown

Some people were made to survive ocean storms,

To weather wild winds and walls of waves,

Holding their breath 'til it cannot be held

Strong, struggling lungs that scream to be saved.

Not I though, I was meant to drink not drown,

To swallow ocean water sip after sip,

Submersed, sinking, no chance of survival,

Swigging 'til the ocean spills from my lips.

For I've drowned a thousand times in my head,

Tear-soaked from salty sadness, life's so grim,

Now flailing, floating, and filled to the brim,

It was an easy choice to sink, not swim.

To live in troubled waters, no one understands,

I dream of being empty, feelingless sand.