With arms flailing
With heart dying
I fell into the abyss
No light there
Only darkness and gloom
It left my spirit crying
Spiraling, spiraling
Out of control
My soul dead within my chest
No one could save me
Except God, who was silent
Help is not coming
So, I fall, ever falling
Into the depths few can fathom
Deeper into the abyss
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
With arms flailing
With heart dying
I fell into the abyss
No light there
Only darkness and gloom
It left my spirit crying
Spiraling, spiraling
Out of control
My soul dead within my chest
No one could save me
Except God, who was silent
Help is not coming
So, I fall, ever falling
Into the depths few can fathom
Deeper into the abyss
The abyss I am speaking about in this poem is the abyss of depression. Everyone experiences depression in some form at least once in their lives. The kind of depression I am speaking of is major clinical depression. The pain, hopelessness, and helplessness of this disorder are overwhelming.
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