As I sit by the shore and smell the sea
For a moment I am at peace and I breathe.
As the air exits my lungs silently,
My chest caves in and panic settles in.

As I grasp for sanity, I take a step back
For the waves are monstrous and out to ****.
But the land where I am turns to quicksand
And I watch in horror as darkness attacked.

The waves came that day in disguise
I should've known for I met him many times -
And as I drown in its deepest depths,
I whisper, "Hello, sadness, my old friend".