Quietly rippling, little cute waves are passing by.
I'm slowely sliding through the water. It feels as if i fly.

Further and further, i'm getting into the sea.
Slowely and fluently I swim away, from the land I'm supposed to be.

The quiet little waves get bigger, harder to pass.
I'm no longer keeping my head dry, my body exhausted at last.

A big wave catches me and drags me into the dark blue depths.
No longer I try to escape, I breath out my last breaths.

Little bubbles lift off to the surface, sparkling more and more,
as they climb higher and higher, while I reach the floor.

The bottom of the ocean, no air, no people, no sounds.
Everywhere I was looking, but no happiness was found.

I saw the gleams of the sun, far above me.
I tried to reach them, but couldn't get where I wanted to be.

A hand catched my ankle, when I tried to get up again.
Slowely pulling me backwards, while I was trying as hard as I can.

I screamed and shouted, I kicked and floundered.
The hand didn't let go, it couldn't be bothered.

I was pulled away, even further from the lights.
Shivers running over my back, as I gave up the fights.

The hand pulled me down and down and I let it be.
The days passed by, I would never again be free.

Then I hit rockbottom, dark, sad and cold it seemed.
Scared of the darkness I decided to start swimming again, I would get up, I dreamed.

The grip on my ankle slackened with every move I made.
The weaker it got, the more confident I felt, it gave me faith.

Slowely but surely, I swam back to get air.
With every move it got easier, if I didn't gave up, I was aware.

A long road I wandered, past darkness, past fears.
When I reached the surface, for the first time, in years.

I had beaten the ocean, the ocean filled with secrets and pain.
I conquered the hopeless feelings and detached myself from the chain.

The hand was my anorexia, the ocean my insecurity.
I am the swimmer, fearless, strong, I'm breaking free.