Image of Myself

A poem about something depression and sorrow.

Today when I awoke, I looked in the mirror at my self, only to see
Someone standing there, someone wanting to be, finally free
Someone tired of looking at himself with eyes heavy wanting to die
Someone who tried and tried and forgot how to cry
Nothing could help, nothing ever has
One day I'll be gone, and then time shall tick away and all that jazz.
With arms heavy like spaghetti, I will slowly back away
From the mirror image  I see every day
Fade into darkness, into the abyss, my life consumed by the darkness that surrounds me as I begin to fade
Until the knife, takes the life, like the end of the razor blade
I want to survive and get better, so I can say that at the end of the day
I made it, I won, I beat depression. But I know better, it's in my genes
Something I forgot as the blood now had soaked my jeans.
Medication would not help
Therapy would not help
Friendship would not help
and Religion would not help.
There was not any help for me, the only thing they could do is watch and see
As the blade ran down my arm and down splitting open my knee
I waited to die as blood gushed out on to the floor, I fell and hit the door.
Blood all over for them to clean, all of this could have been prevented had someone not been so mean.
Kindness could have saved me
Love could have saved me
Faith could have saved me
But no one saved me, they did not even know me, they let me die, they let me be
In the end, I did what I did because there was no way out
Gone as dust in the wind, died my soul, died I did.

Author's Note

Written on a whim.