Sink beneath the waves
I'm told to keep my head above water,
keep swimming, surviving, living
don't sink; just keep my head held high
I promised to swim,
but I've already drowned.
Not sure when it happened, but trust me,
I went willingly.
Though the ocean is vast,
empty and impossibly dark;
It calls to me.
Don't worry, I went willingly.
Rock bottom, nothing truly mattered,
in the depths of my despair.
Glass walls surround me.
The only barrier between me and the cutting waves.
I thought the worst was over, but it turns out
there are worse things beneath the crashing waves.
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Chapters of Me
PoetryStruggling with depression, these poems are my late night thoughts and my internal cries. They are all the chapters of me.
