"I can't breath" this is all I can think. The water is rushing all around me, yet my eyes are open. The current keeps pulling me under the boat. I try to scream. Help me, please. People are pulling on me, but the current is too strong. They can't help me now. "So this is how I'm gonna die". I think. I struggle, pushing up in the rocks under me. I feel like the person in a movie, the one being drowned. They struggle for a bit, but in the end, they give up. And die. Now, I am like then. The ones pulling me up lose their grip. I feel my body being pulled all the way under the boat. I open my eyes. All I can see is bubbles. And something else. Something red. "I'm bleeding" I realize. So this is how it ends. In the river, surrounded my blood and bubbles. I am now being tossed back and forth. Suddenly, I can't feel my body. Then a tremendous pain fills my head. I open my mouth, just as my world goes black.
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Love and Hurt
PoetryLife is love. And life is hurt. We'd better live it now, cause all too soon, we'll be buried under the dirt.