I don't even know if this is poetry
because I am high
But I was falling and falling for so
long, I hadn't had anything to grasp
onto to stop me from falling.

I was falling endlessly into this deep
black hole of depression, and you
see, I was somehow managing to
paint it blacker.

Then I met you.

You somehow were a sturdy rope that
did not manage to break at all.
No matter how hard I tried to pull at
you or make you frayed.
You were the saving grace I needed.

Then you caught on a branch.

It was minuscule at first, I didn't even
notice you getting weaker.
You started to have a little more give
than normal but I paid no mind to it.

When suddenly you snapped.

Then I was falling again.
But this time I was falling faster and harder,
I was swirling in a endless
cycle of despair,
heaving through
circles of self-loathing,
and somersaulting
hopelessly through numbness.

You see,
you held on for so long
that I thought you would
never leave.

But everyone snaps once, right?
Except usually people can mend
what they snapped, physically at least.

But how can you mend something
that is broken on the inside?

I don't know if this is a poem or just high thoughts.