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We all fall

We all break

Life isn’t about that

Life is how we pick ourselves up again

But not everybody can

Some people just shatter the pieces more

Scattering them around until they are so far apart, so broken

That they will never fit again

Leaving them jagged, Packed with baggage

With nothing left to salvage

Days slip by 

They don’t notice the difference

Slowly they sink into a deep hole called depression

It swallows you up

Making you overthink everything

Not letting you breathe

Never letting you find peace

The darkness creeps in to your everyday

You can try and fight but it never works

Soon pain will become your friend

Death is always close to follow

Lingering in your mind

Leaving you to ask “what if”

Leaving an everlasting impression 

That tinges every thought

Until it become too much 

And you succumb to the numb

When you’re drowning and you finally give up

You finally give into the temptation 

Into the relief that death has promised

You take your last breath

And your gone

Never to rise again

Ascending past mortality

Finally unchained of your mental agony

Where your nothing and everything at the same time

Your free

 
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