Maybe poetry?

Drowning

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I'm drowning
Sorrow fills my lungs
Yet here I am
Still holding onto a lost feeling
Still hoping that one day that feeling will return to you
They say if you let them go and They come back it's meant to be
So is it really meant to be?
Is the feeling of butterflies in my stomach meant to be
Are you even going to be here in a year
When I'm running into you and smiling because there's the feeling of my home
You were once my home
I still have that feeling you still feel like home
I'm not sober
My head is spinning
And your name tastes like a bitter sweet truth
You're a bitter sweet truth
I'm not okay
I haven't been okay for a bit
I'm sorry