Thin Line

Posted in: Poetry. Tagged: depression, love loss, mental illness. 2 Comments

I’m standing at the edge of sanity
Tottering on its precipice

I’m drowning in my misery
Staring deep into this abyss

My fear has tied me up and kept me
Shackled to my pain

I’m torn up with indecision
And I’m cracking under the strain

I have lost the burning desire
To do those things I like to do

I wallow in depression
Oppressive darkness, and I can’t see through the gloom

I’m eaten out with jealousy
Of the things I cannot control

I want to lash out to feel myself
The Devil has already taken hold

I’m standing on the edge of insanity
Tumbling from its precipice

I’m struggling with my emotions
It’s not you but my mind I’ll sorely miss

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