Now, I do not know.

Now, I’m tempted to jump.

Now my desire to grow is

now bigger than my desire to slump.


Now I hear the word to a different tune

Now I want to push, knowing the fight,

Now I want to know what I’ll know in June

Now I fear the night, when all I want to know

Now has taken flight.

This poem is about: 


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741