There are days when I think I can get through this
Beat it and recover
I get so close to the top of this mighty mountain
That I can't help but feel naive hope
As I'm reaching the top of the mountain
The dirt shifts around my bleeding and torn feet
Suddenly the world starts to fall in a dizzying speed
The ground meets my back with a sickening thud
When I'm broken and lying at the bottom of the mountain
I wonder what I've done wrong
There are days when I think I can almost reach and touch
the light at the top of the mountain
Then I make one wrong step
And slip through the cracks into the abysmal void
Waiting at the bottom with its gaping cavern
Eager to suck in my sorrow
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Undone
PoetryA hodgepodge of topics that mostly deal with mental health written as poems or prose.
