Depression Cliff

I've been depressed for a good long while and this is how I've always thought of it.

Depression Cliff

Standing on the edge of the cliff I look down,

At all the fallen below,

My heart beating wildly I take a deep breath.

I look all around me,

And some people are falling,

With nothing, no family or friends, to cling to.

My friends and family let me cling to them,

But no one notices my cries for help.

Others, I notice, are in the same position,

And some are climbing up with and without help.

Tears glisten my face,

But they go unnoticed,

I fear telling for I feel they will all laugh.

My hope is slowly dying,

But occasionally I climb a step,

Slowly easing myself from a great abiss.

The End

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