I’m one of the lucky ones,
My daily issues only compiling to the size of a puddle,
I’m made to sit in it each day, never to get out,
But I’m lucky, it’s managable,
There are others out there surrounded by oceans,
Continuously struggling to stay afloat,
Screaming for help but the sound of their voice unable to break the surface,
Sinking, marks on their wrists with a fistful of pills,
Tempted, so tempted to give up,
I want to help, I should help,
But I’m not strong enough,
If I grab ahold they’ll pull me under,
My luck would wash away with the waves,
At least that’s what I’m afraid of,
Because I’m one of the lucky ones,
And I don’t want that to change.