I Shouldn'T Have Gone Scuba Diving

I made a big mistake when I decided to scuba dive. I'm caught on some rocks and I may not survive. It was very foolish of me to risk my neck. I was looking for a treasure from a shipwreck. This may be the end, I have very little air. I'm too young to die, this isn't fair. I can see my entire life flashing before my eyes. How will my family cope with my horrible demise? I only have about two minutes of air left. I'm struggling as hard as I can to free myself. I just freed myself and I'm heading for the surface. I came pretty damn close to biting the dust. Thank God that I was able to save my skin. I swear that I'll never go scuba diving again. (This is a fictional poem.)