I don't know what to do.

Do I admit that this was inevitable? That this was bound to happen, that this will always happen? No matter how many warnings we get?

I don't know what to do.

Do I try to find a solution to a problem I didn't cause? After all, it wasn't me who threw this trash away so mindlessly, it wasn't me who didn't care. 

I don't know what to do.

I'm a victim you know, I was living happy and free before trash after trash came crashing down on me. All I could see from then on was plastic. I didn't do anything wrong, so why do I have to suffer? Unless perhaps I did do something wrong.

Do I deserve this?

Maybe if I do what they couldn't and clean the waters myself, maybe piece by piece I can restore this place to its former glory. I'll save the ocean by myself.

That's what I'll do.

I'll start with this cotton swab, it's small but it's something right? I'll carry it far away from my home... but I'm not carrying it.

It's carrying me.

I try to let go but it's stuck in my tail. It hurts, it hurts and It's pulling me away from my home, taking me away from everything I've ever known. It clumps together with more trash and more plastic until I'm nothing but a ball of garbage. I tried to do it by myself but it wasn't enough. I wasn't enough.

It's dark, and I'm scared. I don't know if I'll ever see the ocean again.

 I still don't know what to do.

But you...

You know what to do.

You've always known what to do.

You're bigger than me, you could do much more than I could. I know you don't live in the ocean, but I could really use your help. I fear the ocean is dying.

But here's what we need to do.

Let them know, let them know what's happening here in my home. Spread the word, let them know it can't be done alone. We need everyone to care enough, everyone to lend a hand and maybe with enough help, we can save these precious waters.

And if we save the ocean, then maybe...

You'll save me too...