It’s those days when waves of sadness wash over you
Not gently like a paintbrush tipped with rosy sunlight
But instead a silent crash of emptiness
Which pulls you under and threatens to never pull you up
An endless current of life that flows in only one direction.

And the hard part isn’t that you can’t come up for air, no
The hard part isn’t that it’s a struggle to survive, no
The hard part isn’t that you’re trapped in a glass house, no
The hard part is that sometimes you don’t want to come up for air.

Below the water everything is still and calm and if only for a minute
You can hear the echoing of your soul reflecting off the surface
Of the water that is slowly filling your mind.
It may not be joy or happiness, but it’s constant
And if you swim up everything will crash and crash and crash
And you will have to fight and fight and fight
Just to stay afloat.

But what are you fighting for? What are we fighting for?
Are we fighting to keep fighting, fighting to stay in this never-ending struggle?

It’s those days
when you are trapped in a
White room with white sound and fear stagnant
With sadness buzzing like a broken signal that nobody bothers to fix
It’s those days
When you wonder what it is that keeps you fighting.