9 Days At The Bottom Of The Ocean

This is what depression is.

He left one day out of the blue.
No one knows where or why.
He left everything, everything he knew.
Leaving no trace of his presence.
He sent back a postcard
one afternoon saying,

"I lost myself once again
in the frothy white tipped waves.
Jellyfish strung themselves through
the holes in my shoes,
yanking me down into the blue.
Sharks cut me open
with the tips of their fins.

The fish whisper in a tongue
I can't comprehend
but I swear, they're mocking me.
And once my finger tips
felt the break in air and water.
Once my lungs inhaled the
fresh and warm air.
But I was pulled back in.

Now I sit with rocks
in my shoes,
buried in the sand.
The sunlight doesn't reach
the bottom of the depths
like we all thought it would.

I'm weak and battered.
My lungs have shrunk.
My eyes are always red
from the salty black water.
I cannot eat.
I cannot sleep.
Everyone is breathing
but me.

Tell my mother,
tell my father
that I love them so dearly.
And that one day I'll escape
from this deep and dark abyss"