GREY:

Everything is grey

right now, but give it a

second, it will change. Starting

out hopeful, turning anxious, anger

ensues, then its sinking, sinking, sinking

until there's no air left. Push, shove, just got a

boost. Now there's a rise as tides come washing over.

Sputtering, spitting, breathing, living. Just came back to life.

Treading water, holding head above, sometimes going under.

Then coming back up, but never quite reaching dry land. Wondering,

hoping, praying these days will end. Are the mood swings normal? Is

it a girl thing? They laugh, but the fear shows. They think, they hope, that

you'll never pull the trigger. But that's all you want to do- close the door

and throw the towel in. Give in to the thoughts that haunt your everyday

mind like a parasite, a disease that lives in the body only taking, never

giving until you find yourself breaking down. All you can do is cry.

lLving isn't easy. Does it ever get better? Can't take the easy

way out, hurt the ones around you, the ones who

actually care, whether they show it or not. So

take a deep breath, shaky hands, no

steady hands, looking up,

you rise again. Knowing

one day you'll

reach solid

land.