this is a little poetry that i made based off of a kindy dark/sad time i went through a little while ago. I've never done anything like this so please don't judge me to harshly


A helping hand. By Tammy

Hitting the bottom doesn’t mean you stop
There are darker things further down
You gasp and tremble as you drop
And tear up as you start to drown

No cheerful thoughts to be had
No comforting hand to help you up
Very little to keep you from being sad
Your life perched on the edge of a cup

But do you dive in and force the end
Or dry your eyes and try again
It’s not so hard with a friend
It’s easier than we know to begin

With a helping hand to pull me up
I think I’ll chose not to be so sad
With a fresh start from a different cup
With a friends kisses life isn’t all bad.