I'm lost and last,
yet I know where I am.
I'm in the ocean of depression.
But in the ocean, sunlight reaches
the deepest and darkest of parts.
The sunlight so little and fragile.
Although it's small, the percentage low,
I still reach up for the light.
I swim and swim all through the night, trying to break through the water.
Guilt pulls me down, it nags at me,
hate pushes me down, blinding me.
But yet, I still reach for the light.
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الشعرJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
