The in-between

a little poem about depression.

The in between space

is a weird place to be.

The in between space

doesn't feel right to me.

Do I want to live?

Do I want to die?

The in between space.

I don't want to be here,

But I don't want to be another statistic.

But maybe, Just maybe

If i tried again 

I could visit my dear

The one who was in between.

Author's Note

TW!!!!!

for some context, my girlfriend killed herself last year, and this is a poem about feeling how she was feeling when she attempted

Reviews

[mae]

this perfectly explains it. thank you. -mabel