It pulls at me on the inside,

tugging,

reaching,

grabbing and yanking painfully.

Hands grab at my insides,

hooks stab into my heart.

My lungs fill with water,

fill with cold,

as I'm pulled under the waves of depression.

Hooks and jaws bite at my arms,

seaweed wraps around me and drags me further into oblivion.

Sinking under the pressure,

drowning in my need to hurt.

I've jumped overboard,

but you're all looking the other way.