Low

From the bottom here

It's a long way back up

Trying to forget

And make the best of this little space

Tough to play pretend

To reach out for help

And to be met mainly with pity

Polite disinterest

And lines well-rehearsed

It's strange how the darkness

Makes it seem as though

The tears are never dry

And also very much unnoticed

For now

It's best to sit in the dirt

Not sure of how to get up

And wait for the hand

That hopefully will come

Before it's too late

And the darkness consumes