Drowning in Depression

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I'm underwater.
Drowning, drowning.
My fingernails are reaching but I just continue sinking.

I live down there,
in the dark, in the deep.
I try to escape,
but I can't swim free.

It's a dungeon-less dungeon,
a cage for my mind.
I'm desperate for light
that I can never find.

I'm terrified.
I've seen things down here,
the darkest recesses of my soul
leaves me shaking in fear.

Monsters in the form of thoughts,
snarling and ravaging
as the best of me rots.

Eyes peer down
from somewhere above:
pitying eyes,
hidden by love.

They put on their wet suits
and jump into the pool,
but refuse to swim in the deep end -
where all of my demons rule.

After a while they get tired of waiting,
I try to swim up with them
but their light is quickly fading.

I'm underwater.
Drowning, drowning.
I live down there,
in the dark, in the deep.
I try to escape,
but I can't swim free.