Darkness like a fog.
Swallows me whole.
Like an embrace.
Wholeheartedly understood.
And for moments I think
Let go
Give in
Drowned
And if I relax to long
Sink into the thought
The fight to the surface
Is harder.
And the disappointment and
The sadness that comes with knowing
I have to survive,
I have to live.
Is teriffying.
What kind of person
Is sad to survive.
To be alive?