Sailing These Seas

Sailing these seas, right now the waves are rough. The ship is hard to steer, and I fear we may sink. My crew has hope, but they don’t see what I do. The water’s looking troubled, just like the way I think. Sailing these seas, the waves have settled down. The ship is sailing smoothly, I believe we’ll be okay. My worries are at the back of my head. I’ll save them for another day. Sailing these seas, I think we’ve struck something! My crew is in a panic, and I was not prepared. Captain, don’t you know you always have to be cautious? Even the leader sometimes gets scared. Arriving at the shore, the ship barely intact. Most of my crew is gone, but a few knew how to live. They saved me when I needed them. I want to show thanks, but I have nothing left to give. *side note* To me, this poem sort of symbolizes depression, while indirectly talking about it. The first verse pretty much says "I am in a bad place, and I have supporting friends/family, but they don't see what I'm going through the way I do." Second: "Things are getting better and I've decided to stop worrying about bad things happening and try to be happy." Third: "Whenever I start thinking about good things and have hope, something bad always happens and I should've been prepared for it." Fourth: "I made it through it, but lost a lot of the people supporting me because they couldn't handle me while I was down, and whatever I went through weakened me so it's hard to show gratitude to the people who stayed."