Help,
I can’t breathe.
I’m drowning.

It’s so dark.
But I think I can see the surface.
So why is that
The harder I try to reach,
The more I try to swim,
The further away the surface becomes?

It’s like there’s something
Chaining me down to the floor,
But this just feels like a bottomless pit.
I can’t tell how far down or up or in or out.
I don’t which direction is which anymore.

Am I in an ocean?
A lake? A pond?
How far does this water reach?
Wait, is this even water?
Cause it sure tastes a whole lot like
Blood.

Now I remember.
My heart broke, and
The blood just kept on spilling,
Flowing until it became a river,
Or something like that.
I barely even remember how I got here.

But here I am.
It’s dark down here.
But I think I can see the surface.
So I struggle,
And struggle some more.
I struggle so hard that I think
Every bone in my body should have shattered by now.
But they don’t.
And just as well,
Neither do I feel any closer to the surface.

With every struggle,
It feels like I get nowhere.
But the truth of the matter
Is that I don’t know the difference
Between  nowhere and somewhere.
It all feels the same down here.

But what I’m quickly learning
Is that every time I start to just accept my fate
And be still,
The chains start dragging me down even further.
So I know I can’t stop fighting,
Fighting to reach the surface
So I can breathe again.

And no matter how long I stay down here
In this wretched hole,
No matter how long I seem to go without air,
I’m not actually dying.