I am sinking.
The waters are covering my whole, making sure to block the path of airway wherever possible.
I am drowning.
My hands are flailing, my screams are silenced, and my hope is burning.
I am under.
I need air, I need oxygen. I need the things I want in order to survive the waves crashing against me.
I don’t need saving.
I can’t do this, but I don’t need to be saved. It’s not your duty. It’s mine.