As I Wade through the water of darkness I realize my feet can no longer touch the ground. I keep wading further and further from shore trying to swim against the currents as the waves pull me in. No one realizes just how far I've gone, they can only see the surface not what's underneath. I'm sinking further and further I can no longer see the top. Then I decide to stop. I no longer fight the waves I no longer gasp for air and reach for help. But I stand up and rise out of the water. No longer struggling to breathe. And I walk a different path one I should of walked before. And I walk head held high all the way back to shore. From then on I decided to depend on myself, because to stand strong I don't need any help.