Thoughts of nothing

Alone ...

I'm falling apart and dying quick. I'm breaking down.... soffocating. They don't care...not so much to even think of how much I'm hurting. Fighting to the surface of the ocean only to choke and be slapped in the face by a huge wave. I fanticize about telling about the times I've drowned but I cant. I'll walk around pretending I'm strong, and that nothing is wrong. When all the people weep allowing the sick salty water out, allowing them to breathe I'll keep it in restricting and rationing my breath until I drown again....them none the wiser.