you can see my head
just above the water
so i haven’t sunk
so that means i’m doing ok
doesn’t it (?)
but can’t you see
my lungs desperately swallowing the air
and can’t you see
the rocks tied to my feet trying to pull me
down
deeper
you can see my head
just above the water
so i haven’t sunk
so that means i’m doing ok
doesn’t it (?)
but can’t you see
my lungs desperately swallowing the air
and can’t you see
the rocks tied to my feet trying to pull me
down
deeper
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People never take the time to read the signs. We spend our lives depending on others to notice, but we are on our own.
I’d love to say this is a beautiful poem (it’s beautifully written, at least), but there’s nothing beautiful about feeling that you’re already drowning when you are still struggling to survive. It feels like giving up.
But, you know? We don’t really give up. Every time you wake up in the morning, you’ve successfully managed to give yourself another chance. I know, between the fangs of depression, it doesn’t feel like giving life a chance. It feels like we’re just going to endure yet another day of chewing and gnashing on our lives. But hey, once you reach the bottom, everything else can only point upwards.