The Lowest Low

by Maud   Mar 11, 2021

I'm in a place I can't explain.
A deep, hard to kick sort of pain.

The one that says you won't be getting sleep,
you aren't going to want to eat,
and you're crazy to think you'll be able to breathe normally.

Your chest is going to hurt
and your mind will be fried.
Your eyes won't know what hit them
when you are perpetually crying.

You will definitely feel like dying.

Every bridge or car going by
will seem like a new invitation
to try and end your life.
You won't think right.

You can say goodbye to having friends or family events.
Say goodbye to work ethic and punctuality.

You might forget how to keep yourself clean.
You will rarely do laundry.

Your body will start to hurt.

What I'm saying is that your whole existence as a human being will seem demeaning, pointless and difficult.

Coping will be your new daily chore.

You will hurt.

You're going to feel sick and sad.
You will forget any worth you ever had.

And you, are going to hurt.

Until you can't feel anymore.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Jack


  • 2 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Depression comes in bouts. This description certainly helped me feel this pain.

    • 2 years ago

      by Maud

      Thank you. It does for some, I can’t deny that. The downward spiral is hard to climb out of at times.

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