Did I really write that?

I just found this whole bunch of poems that I wrote when I had more time on my hands (probably during army days). Cant believe the stuff that I wrote when I read them now. I must have been a very troubled kid. Anyway heres one of the more depressing ones. Its called 'drowning'.

Drowning

He bites his own tongue
He contorts/cringes his face
Head thumping
Fists clenched tight
Eyes wide shut
Teeth grinding

As the night squeezes him tight

He rips his hair
He mutilates his face
Scratches till bled

Tighter and tighter till he gasps
For the cold winter air

He sinks deeper and deeper
Into the darkest coldest water

Hell freezes over
His heart strangles itself

Till he could move no more