My Own Ocean

The red waves wash over me,
and once again i am drowned,
drowned in my blood,
drowned in my sorrow.

I try to break free,
to gasp for air,
but the sea engolfs me,
not letting me go.

I scream for help,
but am choked by the rasp,
the grasp of the ocean,
the grasp of myself.

Why did i do this?
How could this become of me?
Look deep into this poem,
the answers are there...