The Art Of Drowning
I'm drowning. Actually drowning. As in I am slowly sinking into the water and running out of oxygen, but that's not important right now. I am drowning to escape from drowning. Drowning in sorrow, despair and sadness. I figure that drowning myself in water is a fit way to end my pain. The pain of this world upon my shoulders, the stress of everything in my life keeping me down like an ancor tied around my waist. As I actually sink down lower the problems seem to to be washed away by the water. It cleanses me of my pain and of my life. At last, death by drowning.