Under Water

the water weighed above my head every second longing for the surface the swig of a bottle or the blade on a wrist would be enough to breathe again

alas, even when I get to the surface I float back down to the bottom the tiles around me scream and start the vicious cyle again

one day I shan't use the bottle nor blade but instead wait and I shall exit the water and live on land

but every now and then it rains reminding me of the pool but I do not surrender to my vices and the rain stops

and nowdays in my mind it's sunny and I will never go back to the pool and even if I return to the water I now know how to swim