I say, “I’m drowning”, you throw me a lifebuoy…but not close enough to save me. If I am meant to live, then I need to swim. There falling,
Those troubled waters capsizing. Anxiety fills my lungs, constantly choking wishing for air. It’s useless life’s not fair. Kicking, struggling in my desire to survive overcome with waves. This ebbs and flows are too chaotic. I wish to be left alone…but I want to be saved first, and there is the paradox. I swim to the lifebuoy, more than anything stay with me, together we can master this sea or this water will be the death of me.