I am drowning
drowning in every breath I take in with my burning lungs
drowning as if you are pushing me headfirst into a cold river
drowning as if my brain had started swelling
but I’m an actress
"yes, I’m okay," I say through struggling,
but you are pushing me
when I can’t swim
and when I try to float back to the surface,
you pull me back down
"don't you like it?"
"I do, but, its just.."
"you're gonna be fine"
I'm not going to be fine.
but I can't fight you.
because this friendship is like a slave contract.
you are owning my feelings
and washing them away with your violent waters.