My Last Year

With every drastic decision, someone is affected.

I am alright, and I am well,

My life has not become an utter hell.

The first attack came, from myself, to me,

Didn’t know who to talk with, and didn’t know who to see.

It came swift and sudden, boiling up from my skin,

My mind at this point doubted I could win,

People started to worry, notice I was in pain,

I questioned myself, asking if I was sane.

I learned I wasn’t alone, and I had found more,

But they acted like leeches, so I closed that new door.

I didn’t value my life, at this point, I was done,

My mentality was shot, my hope, on the run.

I made a plan, to end it all for good,

But something was made clear, I knew something should.

I was so lost, I had forgotten my followers, the people who simply wished me better,

This was, as I contemplated existence, starved myself, my pillow becoming wetter.

I knew I couldn’t leave my family and friends,

They were the ones to tie up the ends.

Author's Note

Another SUPER quick piece I put together, relating to depression. I very much plan to write something about my OCD, which was the cause of this all. That should come soon.

Reviews

[Gina]

I can relate so much. I know you are probably used to hearing that things will get better and you just need to cope so I won't say that. Continue to write. You are clearly very talented and never lose that gift.