Something stops me moving on.

Though I usually am strong.

If you could see what's holding me from swimming onward in my sea.

If you looked, know what you would see?

Something pierced right in me is not an accessory.

Friends and family look on in fear as I cry my final tear.

Do you know what surrounds me?

PLASTIC! is ...the last thing.........I'll..ever..see.

...Beep...Beep.........Beep Beeeeeeeeeeep...............................................