Sinking

It hurts more than you can ever imagine.

I hold my breath,
and start to lose consciousness.

No matter what I do,
I can't seem to exhale. 

It's time to let go,
but I'd rather pass out from loss of oxygen,
then deal with the situation at hand.

Trust,
love,
communication,
and honesty,
all gone.

Caught between victimization,
and martyerism. 

I am a shell of my former self,
deciding whether I should crawl out of this hole,
or sink into this bog and die.