Sometimes I think of killing myself
How the end would be so nice
How the darkness would swallow me up
And how the numbness would suffice
My need

For all the voices of the feelings
That constantly keep me reeling
To softly slow to a hush
As my brain starts tur-tur-turning into mush

How wonderful it would be
To have that powerful silence
Not even grasshoppers would bother
To wake me

My cells would stop dividing
My brain would stop the lying
Myself would stop denying
What I truly want

But but but
This is just a reckless fantasy
A way to elude one’s own reality

Because as I sit here on the floor
Tears drip drip dropping
I realize there’s those who care for me more
Cherish me more
Love me more
Than I love my own self

The crickets chirp
I put the pills down

"Are you okay?"
they ask

I respond
as quickly
as I can
so they will not
notice the earthquakes
in my voice
or the tsunamis
in my eyes
or the drought
in my heart
--Ellen Everett

In summertime, our love is kind, like poppies floating in the breeze.
In wintertime, our love is warm — it dances from my head to toes.

If skies are blue, our love is giddy — two people singing in the sun.
If thunder rolls our love is calm, a refuge from the dancing rain.

When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like yellow petals on the iris.
When autumn leaves fall, our love is gold, shining bright like a harvest sunset.

From New Years's till Christmas our love will continue to play.
From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my love.