Drowning

But I can’t make my limbs move.

I don’t fight back

As the waves pull me under

And I sink further from the surface.

My lungs should be screaming

But I feel nothing as they fill.

I should be screaming

But I just can’t care.

The light above me flickers and dims,

Like the sun going down,

And I am enveloped completely

By the watery night.

I feel both

The pressure of the whole world’s pain,

And weightless

At the same time.

Gravity wins the battle of sink or swim,

But when I do hit the bottom

I stare up

And feel nothing.

Nothing at all.

For drowning is slow,

And drowning is numb.

I am numb.

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Written about the struggle of depression, a feat I deal on and off with when the pills aren't enough.