Drowning in Depression

I am drowning in it. I put my metaphorical harmonica to my lips and begin to play my sad tune.

The dramatic song of the girl who could have been somebody, but her mental state is fragile she never will. She can’t achieve her dreams. She’s not even sure what her dreams are anymore. She tries to think of a memory where there was joy but all she can feel is that those moments were covering this manic depressive ocean.