I made a poem about my depression and existential crisis.
I used to create poems in my head and forget about it but this is the first time writing it down
Poem:
When I was studying for my diploma I used to run with no direction but I ran with most effort even when my body couldn't keep up.
Sometimes I think that somethings are not meant to be but I ran so that wouldn't become truth.
I was malnourished, skinny, my body was always sore, tight, weak but I ran.
People used me, betrayed me, disrespected me but I ran.
Now I know what I need to do, what i need to prepare for, i have direction but I am scared to run.
Maybe I am afraid of the legs I used to have but what I fear now is the very thing that kept me running