It is so easy
to take the pills,
overdose
and as consequence, kills.
Yet i am here
writing this poem,
dissociating
feeling beyond broken.
I hang on to life
like a thread,
i may loose my balance
the worrying thus spreads.
As i wobble, tremble and struggle
to find my stability,
the thread gets thinner
I may fall critically.
Who would save me?
i cannot look down
or anywhere
i am bound,
To my worries, fears and tears
silly hopes, dreams and lies
past, present and future.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:09 AM UTC
It is so easy
to take the pills,
overdose
and as consequence, kills.
Yet i am here
writing this poem,
dissociating
feeling beyond broken.
I hang on to life
like a thread,
i may loose my balance
the worrying thus spreads.
As i wobble, tremble and struggle
to find my stability,
the thread gets thinner
I may fall critically.
Who would save me?
i cannot look down
or anywhere
i am bound,
To my worries, fears and tears
silly hopes, dreams and lies
past, present and future.