I swim in my personal pool of my head
The thoughts overflow the brink
And I no longer swim, I struggle
The water line goes up and down
Never consistent, so indecisive
Yet I do not leave this pool
You warned me of the dangers of this place
I ignored every single warning, unaware
And now you are gone
I sit on the edge of my bed
Thinking, thinking
For this pool is not filled with chlorine
But acidic thoughts
