It always starts off as a tiny crack
So small and unimportant
Unnoticeable
Like a piece of clothing on the floor
A sad song or a piece of homework that's due soon
Until bit by bit
It grows
And grows
Then everything around you is covered in cracks
About to collapse
Nothing you can do
No way of stopping it
So you just let it fall
What's the point right
That's right
There is no point
Now you are just sitting there in the ruins
Nothing left to do but wait
Because you know you will eventually find it
That sliver of motivation
The little push you need to fix it all
Build it all up again
But not this time no
Instead of it coming it stays hidden away
Never to be seen again
Thats when even more crack begin to form
But this time in the ground
It crashed and swallows you up in its ruins
Never to be found
You think surely someone will come to find you
But yet again you are wrong
Because everyone has already moved on
Forgotten about you
You don’t matter and never have
Tough luck
You think maybe next time someone will care enough
Enough to come find you and help you out
You say next time you will find that tiny crack and patch it up
But there is one thing you are forgetting
One crutial thing
And that is
there is no next time
This was your final Chance and you are never getting another one
This is your ending
And maybe if you had found that crack
Picked up that piece of clothing
Switched from that sad song to a happy one
Or done that piece of homework
Things might have ended differently
But now its to late
Nothing left to do
And now dying here
Has become your destiny
- Author: lundja (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 26th, 2024 18:49
- Comment from author about the poem: hi so this is the first poem, that i am sharing here and i am very nervous. I know my grammar is not the best and it could definetly use some work, same for my writing style in general , but i hope you guys will like it regardless. while writing this poem i had depression in mind and the way it can paralize you. I myself am diagnosed with depression and this is just the effect it has on me.
- Category: Sad
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