Before Friends


I can feel my heart beating
I am ready for it to stop
But there's a feeling inside
Telling me just wait, I'm not done

This feeling is life, in of itself
Why do I live? For who?
If a dew drop were to fall
The other droplets would droop
But only for a moment
Then go back to normal, as if none the less

If a leaf's journey to eventually fall
Why should I grow

  • Author: Burtle (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2016 19:23
  • Comment from author about the poem: One of my earlier but just as impactful pieces about depression. Part 2 for tomorrow.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
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