I think it's called,
the Prozac Bends.
Was down so deep,
and came up again.
Dark water held me,
chilled my core.
Buried me gently
I struggled no more.
Jellies on my stomach,
fish with no eyes.
Colors so pleasant,
could it be a lie?
Entangled in their snare,
the surface I found.
Breathing air too deeply,
my heart began to pound.
A new life was starting,
one I had to win.
But the atmosphere around me,
made me drown again.
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