Buried At Sea.

I watch the ocean waves from underneath it all.
Deep down.
It's getting harder to breathe.
This water makes its way into my lungs.
You're suffocating me.
Asphyxiation.
Just leave me here, you haven't changed at all.
You fall apart, every time you start.
Just start realizing you can't replace the hole that you put in my heart.
One last breath to say goodbye.
I'll tell myself a final lie.
"I'll make it out alive."
The only thing that can feel this hole is the water that buries me at sea.
It'll feel the void, complete me.
Will I ever feel my limbs again? 
Is this the end of my suffering? 
I don't feel like waking up.
I can't wake up.
I can't see the sunrise anymore.
I have sunken to the ocean floor.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Bono Avatar
December 1, 2009 at 3:17 PM
I like the line I will make it out alive.
Ryusaka Avatar
November 25, 2009 at 8:41 AM
Wow I love your wording in this piece. "This water makes its way into my lungs. You're suffocating me. Aspyxiation." Great job!
Culverhouse Avatar
November 24, 2009 at 5:05 PM
oh no!! sunk like the Titanic--I have this dream alot where I can breath underwater, it is cool.
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