A Poem I wrote while I was down.


1. Drowning

I feel the hands on my shoulders,
they’re holding me down.
How do I ask for help?
I see the water above me,
I see the face of the killer.
I want to scream,
but why?
I hold my breath,
but I don’t have much longer.
This person,
cutting my life short.
What have I done to deserve this?
My oxygen slowly runs out,
I’m trying to fight.
The last little bit of breath,
escapes from my lips.
I wish you were here,
to comfort me.
Finally I close my eyes,
and say goodbye. 

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