Why should I keep fighting?
Why should I keep endlessly treading these feelings- getting nowhere?
My muscles are weak
And I am tired
Can't I just let this water take me-
Down
            Down
                        Down
          ­                           Down
I'd like to feel the water filling my lungs
As the last of my air escapes me
Feel my muscles tense and release
As I finally let go
Finally relaxed
As I fade into blackness

How can I be drunk off my anxiety?
I don't even feel sober
Though I'm certain that I haven't drank
Why do I want to so bad?