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 can’t keep treading water forever.