Underwater

When I think about depression I think of drowning.

Drowning in a sea of worries

It’s like when you lay down in a bath tub until you can’t breathe anymore.

Now I’m not suicidal, but I’m struggling to keep my head above water.

Recently my asthma has been bothering me. Something it happening to my body & I don’t know what. To me it just seems like…when I get sad…things start happening, things that I cannot control.

I’m all alone. I still feel like the girl in high school who walked the halls by herself. I feel like thay one kid who never gets picked in gym class.

When will this feeling stop?

Why am I always drowning?

No one sees it.

No one notices.

I’m drowning

I’m drowning

There’s only so much one woman can take.

Until…

Eventually…

There will be no more me. I won’t be taken for granted by the people in my life. I won’t be thrown away.

I’ll just be gone.

Gone, forever..