Seeing her in the water,
she seems so happy.
If I only hadn't lost her.. she would still be here.
Seeing her; she doesn't- didn't, care much about what other said.
Before her longing, I thought I could fall down and nobody would care.
I looked over, across her face,
and saw a glimpse of a smile.
What kind of style do you wish to have?
Falling into the water,
thinking about swimming to the surface crosses my mind,
but..
I just don't. I cant.
That girl? Is lost. She's gone.
No where to be found. She left.
She broke and decided that her time was up without having to go through this with anyone else-
than herself.
Instead of swimming higher,
I decided to sink to the bottom of the ocean,
and just stay there, until someone notices that I've disappeared in plain site.
Isn't this the right decision?
I've got this vision-
Nobody cares.
But then, I hear someone dive into the water.
Swimming down to the bottom to find me.
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the water.
He cares, doesn't he?
He's here, nobody else- but wait.
He takes me out of the water, and there.
There, I see all of my friends.
Everyone does care.
The water is the depression I've had.
The water is the depression- I've sunken to the bottom of the ocean.
My depression is like a weight, making my sink even more.
The anxiety is the "What if's" scenarios that go in my head,
thinking I'm not worth anyone's time.
That girl I was talking about at the beginning? Me.
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