I'm a lighthouse in the ocean
deserted and isolated.
I shine the light for others
but never for me.
There's so much pressure inside of me.
I can feel it, drowning me.
I'm sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
Dark clouds are in my head.
Overthinking.
And just waiting to explode.
Atmosphere is heavy in my mind.
Every time I try to reach high
I just fall down further and further.
So i wonder if it's even worth to try again.
I'm a lighthouse in the middle of the ocean
but I'm still looking for my light.

As if I were a lonely castaway,

abandoned in the middle of the sea,

my world seems to be only black and gray,

it used to be so colourful and free.

I'm falling into this bottomless pit

not being able to get close to light,

thus I am wondering when I will fit

or when I will give up that endless fight.

I know I've been born to be more than this,

to be successful, satisfied and kind,

not to be trapped forever in abyss

but to look forward, never look behind.

I won't live my life by 'memento mori',

it's only the beginning of my story.