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Here we go, depression end it all,
As my mind plummets down like the waterfall.
Into a pool of swirling emotion,
And it feels like I'm stranded in an ocean.
I'm floating away on the high tide,
Sailing away from view, but from myself I cant hide.
I'm trapped, alone, cold and drowning,
Sinking slowly, seconds counting.
Swimming for the fading coast,
But my only way back is as a ghost.
Dead on the waves, dead in the sea,
Hands grasping at air, trying to pull free.
And the water sucks me down,
And alone is where i drown.
With my lungs emptied of air,
I'm gone with out a prayer.
Lost on the waves,
Sailors graves