The unnamed feelings
Eating me alive, and depression
Is lying inside....
As the thin dark ropes falling from the sky
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I'm agreeing with the Alison Smith on this one. It's a good definition of suicide. That feeling of hopelessness kills us all and it's this black hole that we can so easily fall down. Yet is much harder to get back out of. Let us rise above it and take the reigns, steering ourselves away from this horrible feeling. Good poem and the best of luck!
The depth we fall when depressed is deeper than any can know... The strength we find to pull ourselves out is greater...... one step at a time we move through life hoping that we may never fall again.... But we do and we crawl back out.... Alison
wow dude ur pretty good. your words speak truthfully, and i feel very much the same way at times. great job!