This has happened so many times now.
Why do I always get my hopes up?
Why does nothing seem to work?
Why can't I just be consistently stable?
I'm constantly on the edge of an iceberg, the dark waters beckoning me to take that final leap.
And I always do.
Down I go into the deep depths of depression, until I feel as if I'm going to be crushed by its weight.
Yet, each time I nearly lose consciousness, I get pulled up.
I see my mum, my dad, my family... and I continue on with the cycle.
It repeats again.
And again.
And again.
I wonder how long it will be until there are no more parents,
no more family to keep me going.
I wonder how long until the current pulls me back under again,
and this time,
I'll sink to the bottom and rot.
YOU ARE READING
Selfish
RandomPretty major trigger warning. If you are uncomfortable with depression and suicidal thoughts, please click away. Now that we have that done with, hi. Welcome to my public journal. Disclaimer: The attempts at poetry are pretty cringy, so beware lmao...
