What i feel

On top of the world on the highest peak of a mountain,
surrounded by good times and rooms full of friends and
memories but what goes up must come down one way or another
rather you like it or not there's always a balance of happiness
and misery but its strange how the good ones slowly fade away
and the sadness and depression always lingers around
in the back of your mind scratching away slowly getting to
you worse and worse as you think about it and slowly
consumes you if you let it feeling your self slowly sinking like
quicksand each movement and deep breath slowly drags you down
and when you breathe in your last breath about to be submerged
about to go under there's always that one spontaneous person that
pulls you out and the whole process starts over and rinse and repeats like a washing machine or a broken record