As much as I hate to admit,
I have fallen into the pit
the deep, dark, hopeless pit
called depression
Disheartening as it may sound
I like it here
I am comfortable here
I learned plenty here
So forgive me, if
I seem reluctant to come up
There is nothing left for me
and they could only love so much
In the bathtub
Staring into timed taps of water drops
the sound to which I found safety
and home
The water drops
slow but certain, and infinite
And I am certainly patient
for my moment to dive.
I have fallen into this abyss
so you, my dear, have to find another
Here I stay
so you will never fall in, too.
