It is one of those days,
Yet again,
Where you wake up
And it’s still dark.
Your open eyes, see no light,
Helpless, you grope in the dark.
Your eyes get used to the black,
And you start to notice,
That you know this place.
It’s one of those days, again.
This pit of oblivion,
The dark recesses within your mind,
Where you trap yourself.
You smile, pacing comfortably.
You feel the walls, and
Notice the grooves of the
Scratches your bleeding nails
Had made here before.
It’s one of those days, again.
The walls lined with jagged rocks,
Outgrowths of thorns and vines,
I have to cut myself,
To climb back out.
Today, I wonder, if it’s worthwhile
Or should I just succumb
To the darkness.
What difference does it make?
It’s one of those days.
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Thoughts from the Dot. 
I keep coming back to read this, because some bits are uncannily similar to how I described my pit a couple of years ago when I was low. I hope you find your matchbox for now, and that those days end soon.
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I read your work. Intense and relatable. 🙂
i was thinking it might be relatable 🙂 thanks
Reminds me of Simon and Garfunkel’s ” Sound of silence”..
Hello darkness, my old friend
I’have come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
That’s an amazing compliment!!! Thank you!!