You aàked me how depression
and this is all I could come
It feels like
I'm walking upstream
through a current strong enough ª "
to pull me under four times over.
There are others, with me
but they É are walking along the banks
telling me to "just get out of the watex."
But instead of extending a hand in help,
they just move on and leave me behind.
Every once in a while I find a rock
that is strong enough for me to lean on,
And I can rest for a bit.
But the rocks always get tired of holding me up.
and when they let go, I'm left drowning,
thrown 50 ft. back again.
And nothing is harder
then standing up in that current,
when everything in you
is telling you how much easier things would be
if you just let yourself get dragggg'ynder.