Let go of my throat,
so I can speak my worries
and problems.
Let go of my shoulders,
for someone else to shake,
and wake me
Let go of my wrists,
which are engraved with
the painful memories
of you.
Let go of my waist,
so someone else can catch me
when I fall.
Let go of my ankles,
so I can get rid
of you tying me down.
Let go of my feet,
so I can finally move,
and be free.
YOU ARE READING
In The Mind of Depression
PoetryA "book" full of poems, from a depressed child. These poems are just sincere words and do not (and will not) always make sense, so I antecedently apologize.