I’m drowning yet I stand on solid ground staring out upon the sea,
The salted sea air breezes through my hair yet I struggle to breathe.
I look as if I’m admiring the great beauty before me,
Inside I’m fighting for my life, a very different story.
Don’t let them see,
You’re a burden,
They’ll call you weak,
If they see you hurting.
The voices whisper into my ear.
The cold calloused grip of death grows near.