In the world mainly of sea.
A fraction of land is where we meant to be.
We are so small compared to the sky.
But the smell of the rain wants me to fly.
We’re so small compared of the universe.
But so many people live with a ‘curse’.
From physical to mental illness.
If you think of it, it’s just a mess.
I’m suffering from depression and suicidality.
But please don’t pity me.
Our mind isn’t sometimes our friend.
It keeps us wanting ‘the end’.
It can last days, weeks, years.
For some people, it can just disappear.
For me it’s for many years.
The cause of it is unknown, it just appears.

All to the people who feels me today.
I won’t say “it’s going to be okay.”
All I want to say is "you're doing good."
Fight at your own pace, like you should!
© Benny

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