Falling Down The Hill

How i've been feeling lately... :)

I was at the top of a pretty, steep hill,
Now I lay in the dirt,
After tumbling down that pretty hill's slope.
I felt like I was falling fast off a cliff,
Being slowly lynched at the same time,
By my homemade devilish rope.
Twas only yesterday I was watching the sunrise,
But now seeing anything at all,
Is something in which I can only grope.
I was in 1st place in my mental race,
Now I see the back of everyone's head,
While I struggle to even lope.
I told everyone I was making progress,
But then I exploded,
So now they can't cope.
I wish someone would come save me,
Even if it was just my old self,
Oh how quickly i'd elope.
It's hard for me to be positive,
Guess it's cause on running on e,
In the department called hope.
When you ask me if i'm okay,
I'll nod my head,
Because I hate to wonder what would you do,
If I don't.

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[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

People with depression will often willfully lie about how they feel especially toward friends and family. It's a coping mechanism in some ways that is instinctual because we don't want to hear what meaningless advice they may give us. Their concern angers and annoys us because they don't truly understand the pain we are suffering. Thank you Anaya for sharing this truth of poetry with us.