Hanging off a cliff
around nothing
but darkness,
and when
your fragile hand
slips,
you finally fall,
that's when
you literally fall
into depression.
The air around you
whips your hair
making you look
like a franctic person
just out of asylum,
the reason
why people
push you away,
thinking your insane,
you are not, honey,
you're not different
even,
you just feel
a little "down".
You fall
into darkness
so black
that even your mind
goes complete blank.
THIS, is depression.
But oh!
but if you land
then it's over,
it's all over,
you lay
in mere pool
of not your blood
but thoughts,
that dominated you,
eventually taking
your pathetic life
and
that's the limit
of your soul,
that's the limit
of your mind.
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-r.f.
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Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
