Splash

Its going through your day with shadows pulling at your sleeves and hair

Its a looming presence in your mind anytime a little bit of happiness slips in

When you're alone its overwhelmingly consuming, the tiny lapping waves becoming a raging tsunami violently pulling you under

Splash, why does anything matter again?

Splash, no one really cares anyway

Splash, maybe its time to give up

And when you decide to fight back against it, and drag yourself to shore, it only continues in a vicious cycle dragging you under again and again