The worst part about this foggy disease
Is that I can't enjoy life
   Even in it's finest moments
   Even in it's most bright
I am still shrouded in the fog and dark

Sitting on a balcony
A few stories in the clouds
Beach wind in my hair
I don't look down in hopes
That I could stay here forever
In the sun and laughter

I wish only that,
  I were a few stories higher
  I were a few ounces braver
And I could jump down
Let darkness overtake me

I know it's a darkness that passes
A darkness that only feels
Eternal
In the moment that I am

I know that I will read
My somber words tomorrow
And wonder why I felt so low
So sick
So tired

The hardest part of this disease
Is not knowing when  
It will leave
When it will pass
Or if maybe one day..

I'll be stuck.