I'm swimming in a sea of sorrow,
where nurse sharks circle, no hope for tomorrow.
Harmless, they say, but still a threat,
like the weight I carry, the pain I've met.
Each time I dig to climb up high,
I sink back down, too tired to try.
Lying now in the grave I've made,
waiting for this fight to fade.
You come, you look, but don't you see
the ways I've tried to set me free?
You turn away, thinking I've not tried,
but you don't see the nights I've cried.
Don't you know? I've given my all,
yet every time, I slip and fall.
I've tried so hard, but it's no use—
the weight of this, a tight, dark noose.
Day by day, the dirt comes down,
and I lie here, about to drown.
I try to call, but there's no air,
just suffocation, just despair.
I've fought so much, with all my might,
but living's not an easy fight.
To brush my teeth, to simply eat,
leaves me worn out, feeling beat.
Caffeine keeps me barely alive,
because I have a cat to survive.
A life to live, they always say,
but it doesn't feel like mine today.
I wait for death to take my hand,
to lead me to that final land.
When it's time, I'll feel such peace,
and all the weight will finally cease.
It feels selfish to leave them behind—
the people I love, the ties that bind.
But I'm so tired, I can't deny,
I don't want to fall, no more to try.
So go ahead, say "Hold on tight,"
but I've been holding with all my might.
I've tried so hard, I've tried, you see—
but climbing's not that easy for me.