There’s nothing left
I’ve come down to the end
I’ve fought my war long enough

I can feel death’s fingers
Wrap around my neck with ease
I’m losing my breath

Why can’t it be over?
Why can’t I just end it?

There’s a bottle of pills on my counter
With my name labeled across it
Begging me to gulp them down

There’s a bottle of alcohol
Next to the pills
Begging for me to take a few sips

But why is it so hard?

It would take 60 seconds
60 seconds for my body to collapse
Fade away

I would love that
It would be an escape
An escape from this hell

People don’t even try to help
I suffer
In silence

I’m sorry I’m like this
I really am
But the depression is the sea

And I am forever drowning in it

-e.w.