i reach out
but i can't seem to grip anything
there's nothing to hold onto
i'm going to fall
i'm going to fall into oblivion
there's nothing i can do
i will splatter against the pavement
and i'll be gone
i'll be forgotten
splat.
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summer depression
Poetryeveryone talks about winter depression but what about summer depression? TW!! most of these are mental breakdowns
