Sinking when I should be swimming.

Suffocating when I should be breathing.

Suppressing when I should be embracing.

Falling into a hole that I can't climb out of

As the walls grow higher and I grow weaker with time

But the water starts to fall and the tide brings me up

To the dark side of the sun where I can live freely

And not scar my skin or scorch my eyes

Where I can't faint or dehydrate and bust my chin again.

The dark side of the sun casts me a friend to always walk by my side

Who can't talk back and can only trust my stride.

A friend who mimics every gesture, every twist, every gyration and vibration.

But this friend can't hold me or pull me out of that deep hole I find myself in at times.

She's only a figure, a shadow, a cast

So for now she can be my friend as I bask in the dark side of the sun

And we'll lay for hours until the moon takes her away from my side.