Drowning

Standing in a still pool of shame.
The clouds start to rain.
The pool is filling.
With emotions unwilling.

The inky black liquid.
Its rising above the lid.
Bottling up how you feel.
It used to work but now stings like an eel.

It's already above you.
You knew this would happen too.
You can't breathe.
Trying to swim and heave.

Your dying in unspoken words.
Your thoughts are now burns.
Your screaming in an unheard voice.
And this. Was your choice.