• I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness,
    and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under.
    I yell for help, but no one is there to hear it.
    I begin to see the water at eye level
    and I kick and flail,
    fighting to stay above the darkness,
    But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me,
    and I slowly begin to give in,
    to the feeling that lies below the water line.
    The waters starts to fill my lungs,
    the lungs that once held so much life,
    yet now they allow the murky water to replace that.
    I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness,
    but why doesn't someone grab my hand,
    pull me from darkness's grasp?
    Because no one knows I stand at the boundary,
    the boundary between light and dark,
    so I give in to the thing that holds me.
    All of the strength and all of the courage
    that I once held in my heart
    can't save me from the water,
    so I slowly slip below the world of consciousness,
    undetected by the occupants of that world.
    I don't want to fight anymore.
    I've given into darkness.

  • OMG so great!! this poem