I am getting used to it.

Sand grains strike my skin,
They hurt, but I am growing used to it.
Waves strike like a cool breeze, and I startle.
I let myself surrender to these endless blues,
I want them to take me away.

I wish to dissolve into the deepest depths of the sea,
Let no one ever find me again, let no trace remain.

Then the sand grains strike once more,
Waking me from this cool slumber,
I struggle to break free.

The sea I love so much is now pulling me in, carrying me away.
I still struggle, trying not to go,
Saltwater crashes against my throat,
It hurts, but I am slowly growing used to it.