The sea

My thoughts are melancholic,
My chest feels like it's going to break,
Break from all the tightening.



My head feels light,
I can barely think.
My limbs, they feel numb,
Feel?
I can't even feel them.

My foot, I wish I could paddle,
But I have lost the desire to.
My hands, I want then to pull and shove,
But they won't oblige me.
My eyes are teared, but they mix well,
So well, u can't tell my tears from the sea.

Slowly, I sink, to the bottom.
I raise my head to see the light,
I still see it, right up there, it's there;
But far off, I can't reach it.
It grows faint by the second

I am drowning, don't throw me a rope,
Haul me a rock.