I feel like I am being weighed down,
Like I am in an ocean with rocks tied to my feet.
Each rock is a different from the other,
Each one represents something new,
My insecurities,
My toxic relationships,
My tears,
My own mentality,
Each one weighing me down,
Causing me to drown.
I have a knife in my hand,
I could cut the ropes that hold the rocks,
But I keep trying to swim instead,
Knowing i'll never reach the surface,
But too panicked to try to cut the ropes.
