Double Negative

Drowning

Air bubbles slowly floated up to the surface of the water.

I wasn't breathing, I didn't want to breathe.

I wanted to stop downing in my thoughts.

I wanted it all to stop.

So I ran to the lake, and here I am, downing.

The water was warm the next week when they found my body, partially eaten by tiny fish.

No one cared I was dead, only three people showed up to my funeral.

I still dont regret it, but I'm still downing.

The thoughts that killed me are now all I have.

And I'm still drowning in them.