I'm swimming in this abyss drowning. An abyss filled to the rim with dark depressing liquid. I'm trying to find a way out. You come along, trying to dive right in, trying to swim with me, drown with me, hold my hand as I sink lower and lower and lower. But I just want to find my escape. Find the ladder. Find a ledge. Get out and dry off. While you float aimlessly for days, staring after me. Creating your own abyss, your own depressing waters.. by yourself. You sink lower and lower and lower. As I stand there dripping, watching, staring, waiting to see if you ever find your own way out.
I hate this poem, but i love my thought and analogy behind it. i hate the wording. it sounds like I'm trying to hard.