The Sensible Soul
Sinking Into the Abyss || Stories by Tessa
This slam poem was something I wrote when I was a teenager. For those of you who may not know, I grew up in an abusive home and felt like I had no one. Writing poetry was my escape. Throughout my childhood, I wasn't allowed to show emotion. It didn't matter if it was happy, sad, or angry- if it was too heightened it was incorrect. But I thought it was a normal family dynamics. I had no idea how wrong I was.
I had no idea that there were people outside of my home who might have been able to help me. Only now as an adult, I realize that this is what suicidal ideation looks like. This is what depression looks like. This is what anxiety looks like. No- it won't look the same for everyone, but I hope if anyone who watches this is ever in a position to help someone feeling like this, they don't miss their opportunity.
If anyone under 18 is reading this and feels that this poem speaks to them, please find someone to talk to and open up to. That could be a teacher or a school counselor.