It's early morning
I'm sitting here
My pen in hand
Eager to get something on this page
But the words won't come
And it's no fun
Without you here with me

I'm awfully mediocre, darling
I have nothing original to offer
All I can do is hold this pen
And hope that words will come

Or maybe I can search for words or quotes
And tangle them together
In hopes of making some sort of art
To explain how I am feeling

Because I'm awfully mediocre
And I have nothing original to offer
I so desperately want to write to you
And tell you how I'm feeling
But my tongue is tied
My brain is in knots
And I'm growing rather weary

Yes, I can take words from others
And send them to you
But none of them can ever compare
To the loneliness I feel
And the sorrow I bare
Living my life without you

People will read many stories about depression
With similes and metaphors and a bunch of other figurative *******
They'll feel a sense of comfort in the fact that they understand those
simple
         little
               rhymes...

But I do not

Because words on paper can never communicate this feeling
Words cannot express the emptiness and struggle I have within myself
Day after ******* day

I am drowning in my own mind
I am gasping for air with every word write
Every word that I read
I write
I read
I gasp
I cannot breathe

Because I am drowning in my own mind
And I've forgotten how to swim
I am no longer able to tread water
My body has given up
I've lost every ounce of strength I might have once had
And I am ready to stop gasping
I am ready to let go
And sink

My mind won't surrender
My body is giving up but my mind won't let go
I can no longer tread this water, but my mind refuses to sink
I cry and I cut and I pray to whatever god there may be
I pray
That my mind
Will drown.

My head is still above the waves
But my body
My soul
My life
Has drowned