Alone feels like dark water rising, Every breath feels compromising. People laugh beneath the sun, While you forget how joy is done. Solitude is moonlit sand, No desperate reaching for a hand. Just waves arriving, then retreating, Like calm and quiet finally meeting. Loneliness tastes sharp like rain, A hollow echo of someone’s name. Standing ankle deep in despair, Wondering why no one’s there. Depression is the ocean floor, Where light can’t reach you anymore. Only pressure, only blue. Only surviving because you have to.