Diving

It's not beautiful here
Not the way I thought it once was
It is grey
It is cold
Dark, alone, silent
The kind of silence that is deafening
The kind of freezing that leaves you numb
The kind of numb that leaves you unable to feel a thing
Pressure is building behind your ears
Clenching your heart
Taking your soul
They tell me
That all I have to do is swim to the surface
There's a small light
The tiniest glimpse of hope
All I have to do is swim to the surface

So, why haven't I yet?