Beneath the dirt

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is in progress and i think its good.

I feel numb

Too high up to help my friends

Help them from depression

Help them from anxiety

And even suicide

 

I was so high up i didnt notice my friend

one of the best ones in the world had slit her wrist

And onother one tried too take her own life.

 

I pay attention less on them and more on my own anxiety

The anxiety that kept me from going on a bus

The anxiety that never let me rest a minute without hiding away

Hiding in a box full of few things

 

The last bit of things in this box is my friends last hope for their own life

Of cource i come to the rescue

Leaving my own feelings far far below

Far enough to feel no feeling

 

Far enough below to ground to never feel it again

5 no 10 hundred feet beneath the dirt

Never to see again.

 


Submitted: June 08, 2019

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Goodnight.

I liked this.

Sat, June 8th, 2019 5:45am

Kjari Nykreim

Thank you so much @Goodnight., you are so kind.

Sun, June 9th, 2019 3:33am

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