The water is overflowing and carrying away the picture on the edge of the tub. I've held it close to me to try and keep up hopes that you would see I have no more air to breathe. And I'm hoping for you to come and save me. One more time that I find myself drowning in thoughts of you, holding my fleeting one last breath, praying that this hole in my chest will heal. One last breath held in my lungs. Take this away - the one last breath I hold. I'll find an other way for me to fight my pain. The water seeps into my lungs. I tell myself I'll try to emerge from my prison I have built from loneliness, but I'm failing at my attempts to leave. You're reaching your hand out. I can't believe it's true. My prayers have been answered. And I know that only you can breath life into me, completely resuscitate, help me to escape, and take it all away.