The worst part of life is dying alone, and I blame myself now that you're gone. I never wanted it to end like this, with my life left up on the surface. There's no room to breathe and it's getting to me, the silence is deafening. Blackened eyes and collapsed lungs, I can’t seem to find the strength to hold on. In minutes I'll be gone and I can’t make this undone. I tear my world apart more and more each day. How did it get this way? I want the weight to bury me, so I can feel at home again. I’ve been dragged below, it won’t be long until it feels like home. Should I give up and accept my death? Assure myself its best that I leave this life and feeling nothingness. The fear of drowning has taken every breath, I won’t let go of the reason that's brought me here. I’ve been dragged below, better fast but I’m surely dying slow. I’m so alone, it won’t be long until it feels like home.