After you have finally broke,
There are many options spilling out of your brain like the carbonation of a coke.
Do you get down on your knees, close your eyes and pray?
or do you throw your hands up, give up, and decide that life will just never go your way.
Or finally, do you choose to make that dark escape?
You’ve picked yourself up time and time again.
no understanding from family nor friends
Ha! what friends? You might say.
That hotline you call when you consider the last escape?
Are those your friends?
I don’t know, I can’t say.
I can’t say because suicide I’ve never tried.
Instead I let the darkness engulf my inside.
Suffocating, but yet breathing.
Still moving. But with no meaning.
Even the tracks I leave behind me in the sand, blow away.
They take away the little hope I ever had.
“Sigh” maybe I’ve had too much fight in my past.
And you know what they say, “Old habits die hard.”
Somedays I want to die along with them.
And if I did, I would leave behind only my business card.
And that card would only say,
Cherish this life, not just today, but every day.
Don’t overlook the little things, for life they have a huge impact, in their own little big way.
And the final thing it will say.
I didn’t leave my number. Because no matter what me or anyone says,
None of that matters for you are who YOU are, Only you can write the rest.
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This is relevant. The fall has a way, at least for me, to bring about this individuality toward hiding away.
thank you so much! I was really depressed so I just got on here and wrote a poem
It’s important to have this reference point. There is a lot to be said about isolation and depression.
Those darkest hours should be honored.
As living breathing examples, a lot can be gained from each individual.
Having volunteered in many different circles, each person plays their part.
It’s not all at once that we identify with each person, but on those off days, you might be surprised with what you find.
I wish I could say it gets better.
I can tell you, it does remain interesting.
after the breaking point You can begin anew. lovely poem
nice poem
Great poem, hold on to hope, everyday is A new day to begin again.