At least one time in your life you're going to feel as if someone is pushing you under water. You are gasping for that last breath you know your not gonna get. It's so cold. It seems as if the surface is so close yet you can't reach it. You just sink further and further under. It finally let's go just to be ****** in again, this time you don't surface. No matter how hard you try you just can't. The feeling of emptiness sweeps over you as the water seeps into your lungs. You're now dying slowly cold and solid yet broken beyond repair. There is a gaping hole in your chest. You're completely stuck you can't move on and you can't stay where you are. Pain, sorrow, hopeless, helpless, cold and alone. No oneΒ Β knows or understands how you feel. They will swear up and down they know, but they don't. Yes everyone deals with some sort of depression but now one know's what you are going through because they aren't you. Because everyone's definition of hard is different, because drowning feels the same and the water is willing to welcome everyone but no one deals with depression the same way
A story I made into a poem because I like poems way more than stories, I wrote this in the seventh grade, I edited it the best I could if you find any errors don't be afraid to let me know, thank you guys so much for loving the three previous poems I have posted it means a lot :)