Going down

A young child
maybe in her pre-teens
frets and tins at the sands
depths of the ocean
bubbles out nameless ones
lies herself reason that cause
her failure of survival,
sadly Nambours' answer
doesn't satisfy her,
no goggles near by
to give her sight to see
that the ocean
is bigger than, an unclean pool
this bottom pint
is suddenly unknown to her

she's alone in this
no human can do
(thou light is the cure)
she only can choice
how and when to end this