there's nothing left to say

the water's been

slowly, steadily i hear it gushing

through the pipes down to my feet

it's cold; it's freezing

but you don't know i'm here

there's nothing left to see

only a shell, a what-used-to-be

the water reaches my knees

and i am flooded with your what-should-be's

i am not here

this is not me

this is not where i'm supposed to be

the water reaches my chest

it is cold; it is freezing

but my heart is numb

and you can't hurt me anymore

i lean back; i resign my fate

i don't care anymore

the water reaches my neck

but i've long forgotten breathing

your hand on my neck

telling me what to do

what to say

how to be

you've suffocated me enough

the water reaches my lips

but i've long forgone speech

my words fall on deaf ears

my lips have been sewn

the water reaches my eyes

but i've long been blind

and i close my eyes

i am floating

thrashing

writhing

and i am floating

and the water stops rippling

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