Drowning.

Leya

It used to be easy to breath. In and out, in and out. You didn't even have to think about it. Just in and out, in and out. But that was the then and as my mother likes to say on nights when she's had too much to drink and is led on the sofa reminiscing about dad, live in the moment. Unfortunately, the moment seems to be laughing at me.
I don't understand how people do it, breath.  In and out , in and out. I don't understand how I forgot to breath. And now I'm stuck in a constant whirlpool, unable to breath and unable to die. I'm stuck spinning until I can't see. The tears stick to my face as I sink deeper into my ocean of wet sorrow. Please, won't someone pull me out...