I was once told that there was no hope
That my lifeline was a very short rope
And if I were to have caught it earlier,
It would be easier to copeBut now, I sit in the dark
My fingers close to my heart
Praying to the God I know isn't there
To give my life a new startAnd I know it's not realistic
And I know it's too good to be true
But when you wind up where I am
There's nothing better to doMy friends all assure me I'm fine
But they cannot see my lifeline
And if they were to discover mine
What would they say?Would I still be okay?
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Rhyming Insanity
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've created throughout the struggle of my depression, anxiety, and hallucinations - I hope you enjoy them.