I'm a good swimmer.
The weight on my shoulders become buoyant. I'm lighter floating in the water than I am firm on my feet.
Now I can't seem to rid of it anymore. I keep diving into the vast ocean, hoping to drown them.
It falls from my shoulders, down my back. It almost slips away.
Then I'm struggling to breathe. I'm trying to swim away but the weight keeps dragging me with it.
I keep swallowing what I thought was air,
I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
Last two lines credited to the book '13 Reasons Why' written by Jay Asher.
