Whispers of the Deep

The night was dark, the night was deep. I was standing next to the ocean, listening to your cries as you all were drowning in the race. I too took a jump into the water so cold. Soon, I realized I was at the bottom of the floor. I pushed myself as hard as I could, but the ocean currents opposed my motions and made me slow. I prayed to God to give me a second chance. I again tried reaching up to the surface, but soon I realized I would be hated by the same faces. Once again, I decided to set myself free, but this time I was tied by my own lies, hanging by the strings of my own expectations. And yes, once again, I knew that these were my own creations. Goodbye.