They say, when you're drowning, it's excruciatingly painful. It feels like there's so much pressure in your head, that it might explode. Your lungs, feel like they're on fire, froth corrupted. It's the human instinct to exhale but you're desperately holding onto toxic oxygen.
And then, you can't hold on anymore.
You breathe in water, and expect all the terror to come rushing in, but it doesn't. The water is cold, it's numbing, and peace takes over. Maybe this is applicable to you. That I accept I can't take the tidal waves of pain any longer and give into the the pressure and the burning in my chest. That I understand that 70% of the human body is water. Maybe If I just sit here, I can drown. I don't have to fight, or to struggle, or to attempt to resurface even though we both are aware that I cannot swim.
I'll give in. I'll accept it, and I'll let go. Only then, will it not hurt anymore.

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PoetryHighest rank: #23 In poetry. A compilation of Poems about love, heart break, depression and everything in between really. Black, white, and of course, a dose of grey.