The subject matter is 'depression' this sone explains how I feel when I get really depressed and useless
sink
Don't want to drownbut I don't want to breath
It pulls me down
but I let it
Loose myself to the buety of the sea
Run out of oxygen ...naturally
My lungs are full nut I'm breathless
the atmosphere hipnotic
My body gluides through clear water
But I don't feel alive
Let it wash over me
the salt goes deeper than the skin
And I feel like drowning
Delibratley forget to breath
Poetry by gills
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Written on 2006-10-22 at 14:22
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