Don't Have a Title for This One Either

i’m trying
so hard
not to fall back into
that hole of pain
and tears
and anger
and misery
called depression

that hole
of crying myself
to sleep
every
     single
            night
and doing drugs
every
    single
           day
to make it hurt less

that hole that you
pulled me out of
so many months
ago
with your
soft arms and
your comforting words
that made me feel
like i was actually
worth something
like someone
actually wanted me

but now
you’re gone
and your words
are gone too
and i’m sitting here
on the ground
next to that hole
without you to hold onto
while dirt crumbles
away
and i’m about
to
     fall 
           in

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