I'm Swimming All Alone In A Pool Of Depression
And I Feel Like The Depression Is Slowly Pulling Me
Under. I Yell For Help But No Ones There To Hear It.
I Begin To See The water At eye Level And I Kick
And Frail Fighting To Stay Above The water Of My
Depression.
But The Depression Won't Let Go Of It's Hold On Me
And I Slowly Begin To Give In To The Feeling
That Lies Below The Water Line, The Water Starts
To Full My Lungs That Once Held So
Much Left. Yet Now The Depression Allows The
Murky Water To Replace That.
I Know That This Path Doesn't Lead To Happiness
But Why Doesn't Someone Grab My Hand
Pull Me From This Grasp Of My Depression?
Because No One Knows I Stand At the
Boundary.
The Boundary Between Light And Dark
So I Give Into The Thing That Holds Me.
All Of The Strength And All Of My Courage
That I Once Held In My Heart Can't Save Me
From My Depression, So I Slowly Slip Below The
World Of Conscientiousness Undetected By The
Occupants Of That World. I Don't Want To Fight
Anymore I've Given Into My Depression.
