Falling Away From Myself

I reach for a hand

to keep from falling,

but then I realize

that it is my own hand

and I'm staring at my reflection,

and my fingers graze the glass,

leaving prints of my identity

as I fall, fall, fall

away from myself

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741