A/N- I used to always tell my mother, "depression is like the ocean. It comes in waves. The second you think you're safe and dry, another one comes and suffocates you."

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She slips into the ocean of darkness,

The water forming around her tired skin.

She feels the waves of sadness beginning to crash

Against the painful edges of her memories.

“It’s like the ocean,” she murmured

falling backward, allowing the water to hold her weight.

The stars glitter above her sunken eyes,

The moon hanging low in the night sky.

She closes her eyes,

Allowing herself to sink lower into the water,

“It’s like the ocean,”

The words dance through her mind,

as her mind drifts to black.