Depression is like drowning.

You’re tired of treading water.

No one can hear you

And they mistaken your smile as waving, not drowning.


I drift to sleep and go under.

At first it is frightening, full of nightmares.

But now there is something peaceful about going under.

Here in the darkness I can touch you.

Let me sink deeper and deeper into you.


I come to the surface.

I don’t want to be alive.

I talk with you on the phone as your client.

Don’t hang up, please.

I’m scared.

I can’t keep treading water forever.