As I let the nostalgic wave wash over me,
I can't help but drown.
Thinking of all my scars, and the wretched way they've come into existence.
Thinking of the times I thought of the worth of waking up because I couldn't find it.
Thinking of the songs that have sent me to sleep better than any bedtime story.
Thinking of the people I've hurt, and left stranded to die in my waters.
So, I let myself drown, letting my last scream,
my last flash of hope escape,
before I gradually reach my death.