I'm sorry if I cry a lot.
It's just that this water was once a river I could wade knee-deep in,
And now it's the ocean I'm drowning in.
It's the salty trek of tears overflowing over the edges of my eyes,
It's my marathon-running down my face-mascara.
It's the big, blue, majestic,
Suffocating, sadness
Escaping.

-I'm sorry if I cry a lot,
It's just the ocean inside of me.