Thoughts at 3 am
Surrounding you in isolation
Drowning in your tears
You try to break the surface of the water but your weak arms crumble and drift away
The salty water is burning
The thoughts are swirling you want to give up
Tired of looking for air pockets
Slowly suffocating
Drowning in your mind you cant breathe
You see the rest of the world around you
as you touch the sand you close your eyes
count to ten but nothing works
your slowly dying you want to leave
you can't handle this you want to give up sometimes your mind is to strong
it's easier to give up
swallow in water then it is to fight
your getting weak
you try to remember that it's just a dream that's your not really drowning
it's just a trick of the mind
the thoughts are stronger
pulling you deeper
your eyes cloud up in the i cants and I wills
you can easily give up now
just open your mouth
let your lungs fill
YOU ARE READING
Being between life and death
PoetryYou, holder of chaos, have the ability to make it look like beauty.
