Bubbles in the Water

Bubbles rise to the surface of my watery lair. When the hours add up during a day, they unleash sometimes worst at night. I'm trying to sleep and pray, but it's not working. I never wanted this, and most of me can't continue. There's no imminent danger, but my suffering continues. A problem in your reality would be easier to explain; you don't live in here with me. I doubt anyone could. I know one thing: I could use a friend.