have you ever felt so low,
so low to a point where you start digging even lower?
a point where you're in such a state of neglect,
that instead of looking up,
you begin digging lower and lower in hopes
of finding that treasure cove of sudden happiness
and relief?
you dig and dig til the oil in your lamp dies
and that prescious flame dies
you see nothing but darkness
lost in the tunnel you've dug
far from the light you once saw when you would look up
YOU ARE READING
poetry from a depressed person
PoetryI wrote these chapters within this book as a way to cope with my current mental struggles. I hope that I am able to be some sort of beakon that sheds light and hope on mental health struggles and disorders. Thank you Before reading, please bare in m...
