My Time in the Blue
Life with Depression
Spend most my time in the blue
Wondering if it ever gets better
The sun never shines here
Even though it’s the same color of the sky
I play my records of sad songs
Sung by the ones who share the blue
Helps to not make me feel so alone
While I drift in this sea
You’re not supposed to swim once it’s dark
But how can you avoid it in the blue
Anything that were to get me can’t be as bad
As the ones in my head anyways
Constantly reminding me of where I am
Blue isn’t always so dark
Some days it can be pleasant
Like a day on the beach
But dozen of days I’m drowning in it
As I go deeper and deeper
It gets darker
And I can’t seem to breathe yet I live
If you call this living
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