my life is a graveyard of buried hopes

this saying comes to mind as im laying in these depths

i cant figure out a way to pull me out and away

escaping doesnt seem possible, leaving too

because i am it, i live it each day

and sometimes i like deep water, i fight to stay here

i can never just float, although the views are maybe better

i cant because floating would be loosing the battle

i dont know why i like the cold

but somehting about it makes me feel superior in this meaningless world

i feel like i have somehting to clutch onto

to make me stay ahead, controlled and better

but everybody wants me to float but it hurts too much

in the end nobody really cares though

we are just here in this ocean

swimming and swimming

until one day we arent

but for now

ill stay here and let myself breathe

although breathing in water is impossible.