I'm drowning
Drowning
In the weight of everything
And in the storm surrounding me
Pounding me
Drowning me
My lungs scream for air
It's so cold I've gone numb
I've even begun to think
Maybe it's a little warm
As I continue to sink
I hear the echoes of their warnings
But the sand is closer than the surface
And it's easier to let myself drop
Than try to make it stop
And swim back up
Because you need air
In order to pump your heart
And you need your heart
To move, to swim, to live
But I have no air left
And the pressure is overwhelming
It would be so easy to just...
Let go...
Would I finally be free then?
Would my lungs stop aching?
Would my heart stop throbbing?
Would my head stop pounding?
Would my legs find rest
From all this kicking?
It sounds wonderful
I never wanted this
Any of the responsibility
I never asked to be here
Even all of the things I love
Cannot motivate me to not give up
I'm in so much pain already
So what's a little more
If it means I won't have to feel again?
No more worry, fear, regret, or pain
No more anger, frustration, sadness...
No more love, laughter, joy...
No more hope, nor dread
No life, nor death
No more exhaustion, boredom, depression
No more work
No more sleeping
No more eating or drinking
Or being
Just nothing
It sounds... glorious
All this I think
As I sink
Drowning
Down, down, down...
Dying.
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Poems (collection 1.0)
Poetryplease don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angr...
