Drowning

(tw. knives)

I'm drowning again...

No,

I've been drowning.

I feel like my leg got caught in the seaweed of my thoughts,

And they're keeping me under,

No one can hear me scream or see me thrash.

And I've run out of air,

The bubbles stopped,

My arms and legs are so tired from trying to get to the surface.

But at least I haven't touched that stupid knife...

I could've cut myself free, so I could swim to the surface,

But the sharks would smell the blood, I'd never get my head above the water anyway.