my depression is like the ocean.
sometimes it's all over the place.
sometimes it's like it's not even there.
when you get to deep into my depression,
it gets dark.
the pressure is too much.
it's hard to breathe.
my depression mostly comes out on rainy days
just like the waves in the ocean.
there's no saving me.
i am in too deep.
i am lost forever.
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