Hopeless

I am a rock crashed on by waves. Nothing I do will save me from their abuse and toil to belittle me. They choke me with their salty hands and rob me of my form. I have nowhere to go but your arms yet even then what is I receive in your care other than understanding of my plight and terror? I say that you have changed me from dust to man that I am now free to leave these waves that abuse me yet how is it that I come back to them? I lay down upon the shoreline as if I were still that rock and not a man. I relinquish control of my life so I could feel their cold hands wrap around my neck yet again. God, why do I do what I do?