Water.

Feeling so far out,
that you mentally see the water,
the water filling your lungs,
because it's so hard to keep your head above.
To see it when you sleep.
To feel it alone,
and to tell no one about it.
This is a secret,
something so hidden,
something so extremely painful.
Yet so beautiful.
There will be no blood spilling,
No knives,
or bullets.
Just yourself.
Yourself, and your mind,
And the people distorting it.
"It is me it is wrong with."
So you walk out there,
just like in your dreams,
You feel the icy water,
But you walk further,
and don't stop til it's over.
And after this,
No turning back.