I feel like I'm drowning, im drifting and dying. Im sinking and crying. Just as I'm about to let it happen and sink to the darkness that enslaves me. I see the hand dart in to save me. I reach and I reach until I feel the soft skin. They grasp my hand and swiftly pull me in. I gasp for breathe and they let me do it. When I open my eyes I see just the person, I knew it. They embrace me in a hug and tell me I am not to blame. I cry and cry thinking nothing will ever be the same. I look at my arms imagining the scars that would've been there. Then I think as to why I never put em there. Its because of them that I'm saved again. But I hope I still have them as a friend next time I fall in.