The Night Talks • Vents

depression beach

the beach was a lot for me
the waves hurt my eyes
and pushed me too hard
i would rather stay in the sand

depression is like a beach
and sometimes the tide rises
waves crash onto your beach chair
and then im drowning

the water soaks my clothes
making me heavy
and stings my lungs
making breathing a job

sometimes i wish
i would give into the waves
but i never do
because the beach is somehow beautiful