Depression,
A lot like skydiving.
You take the jump,
Breathe in the adrenaline rush
As you head towards the vast plains
We call the grounds.
You see a grid of the world below you
The grasses and trees beneath your very being
You rush towards death.
You reach to pull the string
The lifesaver
The parachute
Being the idea of hope
However it does not open
It does not save you
As you hit the pavement
With brute force and feel your body,
Your heart
Scatter into pieces
Remnants
You cannot put back together
Without hurting yourself first.