Dropoff

Can you feel the crushing weight of your sadness
when your lungs are heavy with it?

Falling weightless, but suffocating
in the vastness of the void

rushing emptiness surrounding you
and the realization that you are nothing

fear starts consuming the false sense of peace
that you had grown comfortable in

panic sets in
as you understand
that there is no way back from the dropoff…

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Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Creative Writing, Depression, Grief, Infertility, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PCOS, Poetry, Pregnancy, PTSD, Self Esteem, Sexual Abuse, Suicide, Writing

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