I'm gasping for air
Within my despair,
Weighing me down

Save Me

I want a savior,
I want someone to say,
"It's okay, I'm here to stay."

I need a savior,
I need someone to grasp,
My hand and pull me up

Fast, I'm slipping

I longed for a savior,
But it's to late.
I can hardly hear their muffled voices

It's to late.

If someone were to save me now,
They will slip past my bubbles
And caress the tips of my fingers.

Those bubbles soon will reach
The surface
Bursting
Spewing
My final words,
"Save me"

My tears as well as theirs
Shall company the salty taste
Of this this bottomless sea,
surrounding me
Containing of all my tears.
Where I will endlessly sinking,
Witnessing them try and yet fail to
*Save me.