Erin Michelle Smith

Personal life story including childhood trauma, DiD, recovery and everything in between.

In a Well of Depression

- Posted in Poetry by

Content warning: suicide, depression, self-harm

As I lay my comfortable numb body upon the ground
My tired heart sickened from the sadness that is all around
I start to dream of things that just wasn't meant to be
Forgetting about my wrist and the blood that was running free
I was falling, falling in to the cold darkness of a well
Seeing images of me walking down my life's untouched trail
I came upon a cliff so very high
Oh, if I had only known how to fly
Somebody please show me a way
For my lonely soul will surely pay
As I prepare to jump from scare
Of this ledge and into the air
Of my well


Falling deeper and deeper, as deep as I could go
Hidden from my eyes must be the bottom right below
Second thoughts enter my mind
As I think of the people I left behind
And the things that could've been
Oh, how I want to live my life again
So I reach out and grab a rope
And pull myself out full of hope
I lay my tired body upon the ground most comfortably
To find that my wrist is in sudden agony
I open my eyes in horror
To see my life is no more


Erin Michelle Smith
1986