A grain of sand - Fish Edit

I don't know what to say,
It pains me every day.

I run to my words,
Writing away.
Everything feels, the same way,
Escape.

Same lack,
In a sense, of no coming back,
So I`ll pack my bags,
I`ll fade to black.

My life, depression anger,
Reckless decisions made me a  stranger.
Self-respect, so tragic,
Health decline in rapid havoc.

Grey clouds,
Always look blue,
They tell me its true.
Say; “Focus on you”.

Always so blind, dreams in the eyes.
So complacent, I sigh.
Head drifting,
Clouds and Sky.

Sifting through hellfire with hardly a care.
Seemingly sickle and grossly unfair.
People pressure me, give me a stare.
Cut off the curtains, needing fresh air.

Trying my best.
I`m fighting it stressed,
I`m getting too old,
It's worrying, I`m cold.

So as I`m stuck above land,
A fraction of who I am.
I wish for better waters,
Than these dry.

Grains of sand.
The Fish of the Sea

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