Just beneath the surface,Waiting all the time.Nerves and bottled up problems,Are playing on the line.One step across the boundary,It all just falls aw..
Trapped in darkness,Like a tiny box closing in, choking us.They call it nothing,But we few sufferers call it depression.A black gaping hole in our liv..
The poem goes through the mind of a young girl in the hospital. She has brain damage and can faintly remember details from her past. She stays in room..