Drowning

I'm trying to run in water,
No matter how fast I pump my legs,
The water slows them down.

I'm trying to sprint, 
My legs extending out as far as they can go,
But the tendrils of water reach out,
Wrap themselves around my limbs.  

They pull me under as I struggle,
Thrashing, fighting. 
Dragging me down into the dark depths of despair.  
It is so hard to fight back.

Maybe if I let it drag me down, 
It won't hurt anymore. 
I can sink to the cool, silent bottom and everything will be alright. 

So I stop fighting,
I feel it pull me under,
My lungs burn and I know it was the wrong decision but it's too late now. 

I'm down too deep with no surface in sight,
I've chose to drown instead of fight,
Though I realize my mistake, it's too late now. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" I cry as I drown.

Author's Note

So...what do you think? Anything I can change or improve?

Reviews

[Michaela]

I'm sorry so many of your poems are so sad, because you seem like an amazing person. And you have been fighting...by writing things like this. I too have been drowning and just given up, but someones always there to save me. Once again you have defined my old self. Bravo

[Isabelle Faye]

I write the emotions I feel, poetry is my release. They are sad because I am sad. Someone is always there do save me, a wonderful, talented amazing someone who catches me every time I fall without fail.

[Legolas]

Haunting. I can relate to this. Very well written, as usual. Keep it up!!!

[Isabelle Faye]

Thanks