Why? Why do I always feel like I'm drowning? Every time I actually find the energy to kick and push my way to the surface, invisible hands grab my legs pulling me back down. Sinking. Crying. Slowly dying. Will I ever break free from their hold? Can God actually hear my final prayers? My lungs are about to burst. I kick, I flail, but the hands keep pulling me deeper. The light from the surface slowly fades, until I am left in the eerie dark. Cold. So cold, I shiver. I try to inhale, but gag from the salt water that now fills my lungs. I scream, no sound comes out at all. I'm gone. I know I'm gone because I can't feel the pain anymore.