Drowning Pool

"Don't Stop", I tell myself knowing that I won't give up movement until I've reached safety. My muscles begin to cramp, I stop.
"Scared" is too meaningless a word. The water is warm, my Body
Temperature, I've been here for a while. I knew it would happen,
just not to me. I've become the pool's victim. I fall down under the surface, thought it it feels more like I'm being pulled. The people
look down at me as I fall, and I can see their upset at me for not
trying hard enough. But I don't want their sympathy at this point, I want my life. I am now completely under. The oxygen that I held onto is now long gone. It's a one way street from here. Breath is  privilege not afforded to me. Every word I said, Every decision I made, Every thought that ever entered my brain, a waste. I hear their voices leaving, the people. The water begins to burn my throat. I begin to wonder exactly what your supposed to think before you die. The fear numbs, what should you be afraid of when death is minutes away? Staying alive, the most current and only phobia left. My fear that I'll be alive to feel it. The trauma is becoming unbearable. I just want it to finally end. The muscles in my body have given up hope, I am physically useless. The last thing I remember feeling was the immense rush of blood flow to my face. The blood has left now, it's frozen. I've been consumed. This was it. my final moment. 'Til death do us part, the Pool and I. I slowly realize that it won't hurt, that it will be quick and easy.
Now it's over..
I am Lost, Dead.