I am drowning.
I am struggling to breathe.
I scream.
I panic.
I plead.
I beg for someone to help me.
But they don't.
They just stare wide-eyed.
Because they can breathe just fine.
I cough.
I wheeze.
I fight for air.
I beg for help once again.
But no one helps.
And then I'm gone.
I have run out of air.
Run out of time.
Maybe if someone had just helped.
I could still be here.
I could still be fine.