Slowly drowning.

Losing more and more air with each passing second.

Hair wet and dripping with anxiety.

Slipping in and out of consciousness.

Craving to take in one last breath,
But lungs refuse to take on more despair.

Eyes filled with tears that cannot fall.

Skin soaked in scars and total hatred towards itself.

Hands reaching towards a pale blue sky that is moving farther and farther away.

Drowning.

Anger and emotion and depression rush over every pore,
Soaking clothes and wrinkling fingertips.

Cells screaming for fresh oxygen,
Mind screaming for sanity.

Silently calling for help and praying to a nonexistent God that someone will pull you out of the scorching waters that have rushed over fragile limbs.

Pupils burning from built up tears and overly searching for a sense of happiness or belonging.

Blinking once and eyes focusing on shaking hands and trembling lips.

Signs of water are nowhere to be seen.

Clammy palms and beading sweat are the only moistures nearby.

Dammit. Not again.

I'm drowning in myself.