A Ship Than Never Stops Sinking

Depression: A Ship That Never Stops Sinking

It started as a cruise

With me were all my friends and family

We smiled, we laughed, we had fun

Slowly things changed

I began not smiling, not laughing, not having fun.

One day I woke up somewhere new

On a boat no bigger than a twin bed

I was stranded helpless and alone.

In the distance I could see my friends and family

Did they even notice I was gone?

They were still smiling, still laughing, still having fun.

I want to get back to them but I have no will

I start to question why me?

Why am I stuck here?

How is it fair that I suffer?

As thoughts fill my head my feet start getting wet-

My boat was sinking.

I start using my hands to scoop out the water

If I stop, it will all be over

I’m tired

Every second is a struggle.

Sure the water stops while I sleep

But that’s only for a couple hours a night

While I’m awake, the water never stops.

Some days it’s only little drops

And I can feel myself drifting back to the others

But other days I’m in the middle of a hurricane

With nothing in sight but darkness

I think about stopping,

About ending all my pain

But then I see my friend and family

All smiling, all laughing, all having fun

So I continue scooping out water

Hoping one day I’ll be able to

Smile, to laugh, to have fun

But until then, I’ll remain on my sinking ship.