I tumbled down the hill
The pain was everywhere
I forgot to feel it
No thoughts survived
A blur of bruises
I am running up the hill
My whole body aching
Looking down at depression
I could easily fall
So far from the top
YOU ARE READING
Evanesco
PoetryWriting about depression, bipolar and confusion. From personal experience from when I was swallowed in darkness and failed to see the light all around me.
