Mud

You've always been there, watching as I sink in the mud, watching as I reach out my hands for help. You realize how I go down slowly, I have little to disappear completely, I always had faith that you would support me, that you would shake my hand and this suffering you would take me out, why do you see me as if nothing? I already have the mud up to my neck, I'm getting tired of fighting, of trying to get out; I feel weak, I can't anymore. I always had faith in you, I felt safe with you here, but now you see that my feet do not find where to anchor and my nose of the thick mud begins to fill and you just look at me without saying anything; It is sad that this is the last thing that takes my look. I can't even see you anymore, but I know you're there, seeing the tips of my fingers as they let themselves be submerged. You let me die.