The Greek Gods would know

I got drowned in my thoughts which flooded the shores we called home, because I never thought I'd be able to swim.
I got drowned in the thoughts like a black whirlpool, maybe just because I never opened my eyes and absored any light.
I got drowned in fantasies I told myself weren't real, when they were dreams everyone else had already accomplished.
And I got drowned thinking there's no end to sorrow, when happiness was flooding the shores where she lay, still like the second hand on the clock had stopped moving for all eternity.