• Grasping
    Pulling
    The chains that bind us
    To reality

    I can't help
    But to hate you all
    I can't help but despise you
    For not caring

    You were supposed to be
    My friends
    What is a friend?
    I habe no experience to know

    The death-cool fingers
    Of my anxiety
    Dragging me into the depths
    Of depression

    Sinking further
    Under it's cool waves
    Only on problem
    Reaches my thoughts from the multitude:
    'I don't know how to swim.'