Down

The direction I'm headed

Down

The direction I'm being pulled.

Why can't I go up

Everyone else is there

Alive

Breathing

Smiling 

Talking.

While these chains

Hold me down

Take me down

Further than I can handle.

It's becoming too much

Way too much

To the point

Where I can't handle it.

The water is now in my lungs

Filling them

With every inhale

And not leaving

With every exhale.

Just

Coming

And staying.

I wish these chains would loosen

But

If they can't

I'll leave them

If they can

I'll make a noose out of them.

It doesn't matter

I'll be dying slowly

Either way

But of course 

The people up there

Don't care.

They say

Don't let it in

But

I'll suffocate 

Either way

I'd rather

Just be able to barely breath

For my last moments

Of being dragged

Down.