I read through my poetry. The words lost their meaning. They've lost their spark. Tonight they're just words on paper. Tonight I'm just weight on a mattress. I've been at rock bottom and it's sort of conforming. It lets me know l can't fall any further Tonight I donβt look up.
i am on the brink of death i cant breathe i am so depressed and i keep isolating i could reach out for help and i just cant because im so scared i cant keep going