I honestly don't see a point in going on.
I try and get back up but in the end it always falls apart and I'm back at square one.
It's pointless.
Life.
What do we get from it?
Yeah we have some good moments but they're always counteracted by crappy moments.
Just when you think you've put yourself together, someone comes and knocks you down.
It's like a domino effect.
Except it never ends.
The madness is still there.
You've relapsed and made no progress.
You're back at square one.
But maybe, just maybe,
If I remove myself from everything,
I won't feel pain again.
YOU ARE READING
crossing bridges // poetry
Poetryreally short, random, grammatically incorrect, shit I've put together called poems. **TRIGGER WARNING** #21 in #freementalillness (11/29/18) #42 in #mentalproblems (11/18/18) #670 in #mental (11/22/18) #907 in #depressing (11/24/18)
