Spiral of Depression

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It usually starts with something smallSometimes I don’t know what it was at allSometimes I doI add more to it, things that don’t even relateMy mind spins as it gets bigger, inflatesLike a spiral, it grewI’m so far out that I can’t trace it back to where it beganI’m always a burden, no one loves me, I’ll never find love againI use absolutesAlways never always never always neverI ask questions to which I’ll never find answersBut I’m not seeking truthI’m mentally unstable, sick, derangedWhy am I like this? Why can’t I change?If only I knewIf I told you I needed an ear or a shoulderWould you give me a hug or a hand to hold, orWould you wait for a day or two?What if you didn’t take me seriouslyThought I was only acting deliriouslyAnd you waited a few. . . too late.

Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

September 10th is World Suicide Prevention Day. In the United States, you can call or text 988 for the Suicide and Crisis Lifeline if you are experiencing mental health related crises or if you are worried about a loved one who may need crisis support. You can also visit https://988lifeline.org/. The previous Lifeline number (1-800-273-8255), still remains in effect as well.

This poem is in response to What Do You See #150 at Keep It Alive. Please visit Sadje’s page as well.

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