I've tried everything I can to pull you up
but the ocean floor is a long ways away
and you're running out of oxygen.
Each time you try to kick yourself up off the ocean floor,
you're just pushing the air out of your lungs.

With each kick, it only gets harder.
Your oxygen deprived brain is
stopping you from thinking straight
and your legs are starting to give out.

I understand why you're giving up.
The energy you have left is barely enough
to survive let alone live.

But I called for you as loud as my voice could bear.
I tossed a rope down, several times.
I  even swam down into the deep for you
and you just pushed me away.

Soon all your air will be gone.
I'll finally meet you at the ocean floor
and I'll pull you up
but it'll be too late.
You'll be gone.

I don't know what to do anymore.
I've tried everything I can to get you out,
but I can't grab your hand to pull you up
if you don't at least
reach for me.