What is happening?
Why can I not breathe?
It feels like there's water
Surrounding me.
People say depression is
Sadness and anger,
When really is drowning
And drowning until
You're suffocating.
People mistake my chest
Rising up and down
As breathing. As living.
I'm a walking shell,
And the rising and falling
Is my body dying and
Decaying as it drowns.
As I suffocate.
Water fills my lungs and
Burns my chest.
Are you happy? You've
Made me so stressed.
I'm drowning, but
It won't matter til
I'm actually gone.
When I've drowned.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
