depression wave is tidal,
the ache is suicidal.
let me off the ledge,
a life lived on edge,
anxiety out of control,
the hell has swallowed me whole,
wallow as I wake,
I can’t take another day.
Too broken to ever unbreak.
The coos cold echoes,
sweet terrible whispers,
life feels pointless,
I feel subjugated.
yet there is tomorrow,
and tomorrow, and even a tomorrow after that.
It feels impossible to be comfortable,
it makes each breath a painful exhale,
it makes each smile feel hollow,
wishes spent and moot over birthday cakes,
and it takes.
yet there are moments to live and feel alive,
and when they come full circle,
we again rise.
(A response to hopelessness)