Depression is a swimming pool.
Some days it's like dipping a toe in,
Others it's drowning.
On a great day you may just be lounging on the side
feet dangling and splashing in the water.
While the sun beats down on the rest of your body.
These are the days we live for,
maybe the meds are working
we laugh we smile, we splash
There's not a fantasy of the shark lurking in the deep end
On a good day it's like the shallow end.
If you stand on your own two feet
It may only go up to your waist
but there's those moments of the dipping down to your neck
This wading in the waters
is dangerous one false move and you go under
but the good of it is splashing and laughing
There may just be a nip of the shark
lurking beneath the surface
On a bad day its the deep end
your toes scrape the ground the further you go
Slowly losing your footing
As the water laps at your face,
Threatening to fill your mouth and nose
These are the days the shark starts to circle.
You cant feel that dread that terror.
Please don't let there be blood in the water
On a Worst day you're drowning
You chest burns and tightens
You cant hold your breath anymore.
You struggle and kick, and even doggy paddle
But you never reach the surface
There's blood in the water today
The shark has sunk its teeth in.
Can anyone see you struggle?
Do they see the blood in the water?
The surface isn't visible
Its distorted and tainted
with your own blood.
Depression is the water
Self destructiveness the shark
One giving life to the other
you ask yourself
How does a shark survive in a pool
Wouldn't the chemicals suffocate it?
Logic doesn't matter,
the water still gives life to the shark
The shark makes you sink faster
into the darkest depths of the pool
Everyday when you see the pristine water
please don't let there be blood in the water.