Gasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood. The water overcomes me and flushes out my eyes, my chests heavy.
Suffocating, everything becomes a blur.
Memories and words come back, painting pictures of everything I've tried to run from.
My mouth begins to taste like death and my ears plugged with sadness. I cannot hear a word they're saying now. Am I finally getting what I deserve?
But just like that, it snaps back. I find myself reaching out, grasping into the bit of reality I have left. There I was, this little girl wheezing and grabbing the bathtubs ledge, trying to keep herself from slipping back under.
9 months ago, I was grasping for air, choking on tears and watered down blood, only trying to drown my demons.