Needs

I need to get away. Everything has become overwhelming, pulling me under, deeper and deeper into the black sea. The waves pound against my ribs, suffocating my lungs. I can't find the surface, I can't find air. I struggle against the furious waters, losing this battle. It all seemed so innocent before, when I stood at the cliff, staring into the sea, exhilarated by its power. I thought I could handle it when I jumped from the ledge, allowing the waves to pull me in. But now as I struggle to breathe, I realize that things are not always as they seem. And with my last breath, I curse the world around me.