I quit..

I am fired up and tired
of the way the things have been
I am the one at the sail,
the master of the sea.
I was broken from an young age
writing my poems for the few
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking the words from my veins
I see blood clotting
and turning black...
My hands numb on the sail...
Vision blurs...The sea roars
Breathing blocks...
eyes lock...
Into the depth... I quit....
(Inspired and borrowed from ID)