Category: depression



I’ve fallen to the bottom rung

Not really hanging on

Merely existing

Surrounded by depression

And chaos of body and mind.

I’m sitting at rock bottom,

Amidst the piles of clutter

Closing in on me until

I can’t see what used

To be there.

I’m sitting in a puddle of shit,

Clinging to anything that

Might become real

Waiting for the other

Shoe to fall

Just waiting…..


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I thrash, I fight

I try to keep

The liquid black

From swallowing

Me whole.

The ebony, silk, darkness

Suffocating as it glides

Down my throat,

Pulling my insides

Out.

The oily substance

Of stress oozes over me,

Grinning with evil

Teeth that snap

And snarl.

Newly opened wounds

Cover old scars,

Burning like acid,

Bubbling and seething

No mercy.