When the excruciating screams
of your dying dreams
pull you back into the pit
Do you dive right back?

Do you hold on? cling even?
to your darkness in the face of the sun
or do you let go
of the demons that raised you?

Do the deep oceans tempt you?
do they make you want to be one with the blue?
or do you thank the shores
and the safety of your skin?

do you not fake a smile
every day, every once in a while?
or do you feel happy
knowing that you exist, in vain?

do you close your eyes in despair
and pray to the only one who cares?
or do you grieve on the shoulders of reason,
get right back up on your feet, only to drown?