drowning in smiles.

I sink beneath the quiet waves, where sunlight fades and no one saves. The water fills my open lungs, a lullaby of siren tongues. No hand reaches through the blue, no voice says “I see you too.” Only bubbles rise like prayers, that never reach forgiving air. I gasp for breath, but swallow pain, it burns like guilt I can’t explain. Each thought a stone that drags me down, each smile—a mask that keeps me drowned. They say “just swim,” they say “move on,” but I’ve been treading far too long. My chest caves in, my heart’s a reef, where broken dreams decay beneath. I walk through life with knives in hand, they’re hidden where they’ll never land. A painted grin—my thin disguise, while oceans fill behind my eyes. And if I vanish—soft, unheard— let silence speak the final word. For drowning isn’t just in sea, it’s living where you cannot breathe.