Grasping Bubbles

I am walking on this ocean floor bubbles floating to the top
One after one getting to the surface, and pop

I'm weighted down to the bottom kicking up mud
My ex took me here and left, this should be fun

Grabbing gasping for air bit still nothing
Last of my bubbles rising and popping

Drowning, still I walking alone
far from shore my ankle chained to stone

I have more  baggage  then a baggage claim
sometimes it's hard I feel so ashamed

My heart beat is fast as my frail body swallows water like a mop
The last bubble rising, to the top

I watch it from my mouth to the in between
My eyes close as I'm choking on my knees

Just feet from the shore
I could not walk this path alone
my last attempt at a yelp
My hands stretching out for anyone willing to help

lifeless to the drowned to love I'm the biggest clown,
between  happiness and sadness
Has always hid my crown of frowns