Drowning

Tear after tear
Has surrounded me
In an ocean of
Salty regrets.


Slowly the water
Is building
Higher and higher.


The water is
Starting to fill
My lungs.
I cough.
I try to save
What’s left of me,
But I give up.


I hate to admit it,
But I think
I’m drowning
On purpose
BECAUSE
I’m without you.

Hrm, the first stanza started off just fine, but your poem kinda went downhill from there for me.
You were a little too straight-forward, and I think it would've been better if you chose the path of masking the obvious with metaphors, deep connotation and the like.