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The water slides over my head covering my nose and silencing my screams once again
I scream for help but water fills my lungs refusing to let me rise back to the surface back to my home with the people who love me
I look around and see people breathing, why why can't I breath I can't reach the surface someone save me pull me out of this sea of depression 
People float by I see there faces and hear them asking if Im okay, I try to answer to ask for help but as soon as my mouth opens I fill the water slide down my throat scorching my vocal cordes I try to grab them but pass right through them
I don't understand what's keeping me here I was once like them I used to breath and walk with them on the surface but here I am underwater drowning someone help me please
I taste blood and see red this can only mean one thing I look down and see it the long line running up my arm soaked in blood I sob trying to remember when I did this I didn't feel it this time I look at my hand and see the razor and scream ignoring the burn of water entering my lungs 
"No I didnt do this it wasn't my fault don't take me!" trying to stop the blood flow I sink further down soon all I can do is scream and ask myself why? 
Was it really so bad that I don't rememer doing it now can I no longer feel the pain of the blade? I feel myself float towards the surface and smile with joy I'm going home I'm no longer drowning
I break the surface but keep floating, no it's not suposed to end this way I'm not ready I was finally floating don't take me for this I scream out trying to hold my ripped arms together "God give me back its not my time you bastard!"
People stop and stare at me smiling and waving me goodbye I scream at them for help "how can you be so stupid don't let me go please save me"
I blink and open my mouth to scream but feel the water rush into my already burning throat and sigh it was just a nightmare I'm still here I may be drowning but atleast I'm alive I pick up the razor blade and carve another tally in my skin "that's one more day" 
I look at the people walking by and cry softly "someone please pull me up"