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Sinking deeper into the heavy cold nothingness,
The water covers my hips and waist.
I struggle and try to push myself up, try to fight for your hand, and you push me deeper.

The water covers my breasts.
I lie still thinking that will please you, maybe I will float in limbo as you want me too.
I lose essential life energy and just sink slower.

I react and panic and reach for you again,
if you would just reach out your hand, I'll grab you, I'll do the hard work, I always do.
You keep your hand to yourself, I'm expecting too much from you, it's too much pressure.
You fondle the ugly medusa instead.

The water covers my throat, my mouth, my nose, and I sink.
I've tried floating, I've tried pushing. nothing works. I have no where to go so I give in
Death is freedom from this struggled anguish.

I sink so far down that all I see is black
Disoriented, I can't see up or down, I give in to the nothingness, it's pleasant and warm.
I want to stay here.

You yank me out of the water, hugging me close, relieved I didn't drown.
You beat my chest as you tell me that survival is tough and I just have to try harder.
I spit out the water and attempt to gasp for breath, you fill my mouth with your cock instead
You saved me, I should want to thank you, even though the medusa had you already.

You get angry when I pass out from exhaustion,
I wasn't in the water that long, I wasn't struggling that hard,
everyone drowns now and then, that's just how life is.
You pull out slightly and I finally grasp a breath.

Chest puffed you pat yourself on the back and attempt to slide back in.
I spit you out and cry and you tell me I'm being too emotional and you feel rejected.
You walk away in a huff of indignation.
I look longingly at the lovely, soothing water

I struggle to pick myself up, to find you, to sooth your tattered ego,
all the while ignoring that my life is more important than your pride
it hurts too much to remember anyway,
when I do you yell at me for wanting to live.