I don't know how to claw my way out of this one
This well feels deeper than those of the past
And it still somehow overflows
So I can't get a breath of air and I can't find purchase on the cold stone walls
I don't see how there could be any light at the end of this tunnel
When I stare up all I see is the thick black ink which drowns me
I have trouble keeping my eyes open, keeping my legs kicking
I am not a great swimmer but it is still much harder to tread this darkness than it has ever been to tread water
And I honestly don't think I'll survive this summer
There's not much oxygen left in these weak lungs
And everything seems so dark
And I am
So
Tired