I try to speak and I choke.
Barbed wire and heavy chains itched around my throat.
Every moment and I choke.
Gasping for air, yet, I can't breathe.
This depression taking over me.
I submerged from your waters only to be pulled back in chains.
This pain.
I'm unable to explain.  
The suffocation in the water is nothing compared to my dry throat.
I choke and I choke.
Through the stormy clouds I pray for rain.
Hopefully, ends up in rusted chains.
Rust begins to seep into my skin.
Blood the taste of iron.
Dry throat is now flowing with blood.
I choke.
I constantly ******* choke.
Lips cold.
Eyes roll.
Everything's okay.
This depression my lifetime buddy.
Friend that constantly chokes me.
Every time I try to speak..
Can't you notice I don't breathe?