Drowning in a sea of emotion. Pain tumbles me below the waves of my heart. My mind caught in a net not quite free but aware. Suspended in this sea for so long. Limbs growing heavy, no more strength left to fight for life. To fight the waves and rise above it all. Break free of the pain, soaring out of the emotions holding me down. Gulping in breaths of hope.

The surface grows closer, a mere few feet away, freedom from the pain teasing my senses. Searching for something to lift me up from all that drowns me. Constantly hoping, berating myself, thinking that no help from another will be within reach. Treading the tide of my emotions, casting wishes upon the water, that an island will appear. Washing me ashore, out of this blue abyss. Warm sand to cuddle into, sun shining warmly on my face like a caress.

An island to call my own, a savior from the turbulent tides of life and death. Choking on the pain, realization pouring down my throat, emotions choke me. There is no island, it was but a dream on the horizon. Tumbling through the water, thoughts drummed into my head. I have to create my own island. And I cry, tears flowing into the sea of emotion. Why? Why do I have to do it all on my own.

Slowly I still, not fighting what washes over me. I have no more strength left. I cannot create an island when I have no sand. A mirage exists in my mind of a shore that I will be washed upon. I break the surface for one last sweet intake of air. My body and mind heavy, emotions drag me down, until no longer able to stay quiet. I try to speak, choking on the water. Filling me, making me heavier, until finally I drown.