One Last Goodbye... Poem by Wishing For Perfection

The water is cold as ice, I'm fighting to survive
The waves are growing bigger, and the skys growing darker.
The more I fight to stay alive
The more I wonder, 'what is it am I fighting for? '
My muscles are growing weak, my breath is cutting short
My head js getting light and my body is beginning to throb
Slowly I begin to lose my reason to live
My legs slow down and my arms go limp
The waves begin to take me under and I whisper one last goodbye