Crutch

This is me figuring out I can't use depression as an exuse not to live and the realization that I could use some assistance.

This so-called disease

Has ruined me.

And I can't bear the thought

Of what I've become.

 

I'm up on my feet,

But not on my own.

I keep this crutch

Up and under me.

 

It's my exuse for everything.

 

What it's cost

i know now.

It's not worth the price

That I have paid.

 

Chasing away

A life of my own.

This crutch has only,

Held me down.

 

I'll pick my self up off the ground.

I'll drop the weight thats kept me down.

 

Don't say a word

You know me too well.

I've said this before,

I tried and I fell.

 

Maybe I

Could use some help.

Reviews

[Jillian]

I'll pick my self up off the ground.
I'll drop the weight thats kept me down.

Good luck with that. I haven't succeeded but keep trying.

[The Lady Anasteja]

I love the way you lay it on the table, no curtains with you. It's a free for all, a pathway into your state of mind, at the time.