Poetry

Holding on

11/12/19 (not edited ) 

Tight grip on this rope 

with every second that passes I seem to slip more. 

I'm holding on for dear life but even then what's the point? 

I'm falling slowly back again into the habits I promised not to break 

Depression is gripping onto my ankles and dragging me down 

My hands bleeding as I cry for help for people to see me.

" you aren't worth anything, life is not worth living! Just let go sweety come join us in the dark place in the back of your mind." 

At least that's what the voices say 

Those voices they are back and stronger than ever... back with much more force the voices that I learned to suppress have escaped once again. 

I'm holding on to the rope while body is screaming to Let go every bone in my body is tired and sore. 

My mind filled with the thought of death, the sight of seeing blood run down my ar- 

Wait no! I don't want to go down that road anymore let me hold on to this rope... 

let me hold on to the hope that things get better .

I'm holding on for dear life I no longer want to lose myself in that void 

In the void of endless depression. 

I'm holding onto this rope because I fear that if I let go it with end up around my neck once I let go 

So for now I'll hold on... until I give out and I end up dead on this rope.