Rising waters....   * Cutting *

I am in a place so cold
that I cannot feel the light
Stuck in my heartaches rising waters
Usually I am a wise swimmer
but tonight I'm starting to drown

This silver boat my body's been sailing upon
is the only thing keeping me afloat
Each time it clashes and cuts against my skin
I'm slowly comforted from all the pain
that has brought me to this place

I'm told that the solution to these deep waters
is to keep holding on and to not let go
But why is it that
when you discover I've found strength within this boat
You tell me I must swim alone,
Wish upon me only to drown?