Your Ex-Lover is Dead, Must be

"There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave
You were what I wanted
I gave what I gave
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry it's over
I'm not sorry there's nothing to save."


/Squeezed and locked deadly tight at my neck, my face is being shoved in and out of the water recklessly.

-When submerged; I can't breathe, the bubbles cloud my ears and I know there's too much to take.

-When I surface; I barely feel my senses and attempts to push through for some vision, however not in time to rally and back into the water I go.

Beneath or above, I'm not going to make it.
Because I am an utter failure at all things.