Find me

1.

I'm fighting here, try to catch a breath

Swimming in the ocean of sadness, sorrow, and death.

Being so tortured, tired, and exhausted,

I'm always wondering: "How can I distinguish being alive from being dead?"

I'm fighting here, taking my last steps

Moving forward, but always swallowing the smallest sips.

Moving on forward, but never turning back

Trying to forget everything behind, sticking with the well-known slack.

I stepped,

I begged,

I tripped,

I fell.

But if you ever see me crawling,

eyes full of tears and melting - like I was never being frozen,

remember the things I told you back then:

"That's the moment you'll be sure that I have

failed."