To be depressed, numb, and broken
Was a path I had not chosen.
You see, it's like a looming dark gray cloud.
You ignore it all and it builds and builds until the murky raindrops of despair begin pounding down.
You tell yourself and others you're fine.
But not everyone is oblivious or blind.
However, after the climax of your pain and hurt,
You're just left feeling numb and your mind is stuck on an endless repeat, "I'm lower than dirt."
You question why you're still here.
You question life itself and if there's even a point in continuing to live, do you really want to go through another year, dear?
Yes, indeed you have sunk below.
Lower than dirt, indeed, but not in which you think, no.
You are a seed planted in the ground.
A seed which refuses to see the light and sprout.
Seeds start off in the darkness underneath soil.
Yet they collect rays of sunlight, and gradually to the surface they toil.
You can choose to do the same,
Because killing yourself is no game.
