You begin to like the water over your head
The pressure holding you down
Pushing you further and further down to the ground
The water flooding your head, your lungs, weighing down your body so you can't move,
But you like it
You like knowing that it's easier to feel nothing than anything at all
Thoughts of just staying and drowning in it all.
There's a certain kind of comfort that comes with it,
The sweet relief of giving in
To stop fighting the pull of the tide
The cold water numbing your every sense
Knowing the ocean will take you when no one else will
The waves lulling you into a state of almost calm
drifting you away from caring about it all
The salt leaving you bitter but bitter keeps you from being let down again
Time
After time
After time
Drowning sounds nice