Depression

The pain grew and grew and I began to experience suicidal thoughts.

I realized that life for me was at a desperate empasse.

I thought of the garage as a place where I could sit in the car and inhale carbon monoxide. 

I'd look at the rafters in the attic and think of them as a place where I might hang myself.

I looked at sharp objects as implaments for my wrists.

Time is standing still as I sit here and wait,

waiting for death.

That only time could bring.

Nightmares on my mind

and

the tears of blood.

Dangers are creeping up,

and the tick tock of the clock in the eerie silence.

As time begins to stand still.

Reviews

[C.L. Wilson]

very nontraditional but I like it just as much as emily. the imagery is, well, depressing but that was your goal so great job

[Emily Wilson]

I like how blunt this is, with the garage and such. It's not traditional poetry, and it's really quite refreshing to read something that's not trying to be classical.

[Michelle]

The emotion in this just holds the reader by the heart strings. Nicely projected and written......

Though the pain I am sorry for.

Michelle