giving up

A poem to describe slipping back into that depressive episode knowing its bad but you cant help it.

i feel my grip slipping

i know im gonna fall from the cliff

i can feel my fingers starting to give out

i feel my legs still dangling

i take a look below to see the rocks at the bottom

i watch the waves crash against them

i can tell the water is shallow

if i fall i would die or just barely survive

i would eventually be swallowed

i would be swallowed by the waves 

part of me is holding on for everything

another part of me is letting go

i feel my grip slipping

i let go

i get impaled by the rocks

i let go, i let go, why 

those were my last thoughts as i lie there

dead