Hand of a Clock

28 years of life I've experienced life and death Contemplated suicide Thought about how it would feel to take my last breath On my death bed Eyes turning from brown to black My visions are blurry On the verge of having another panic attack I didn't realize what I could be Couldn't diagnose my own mental state Couldn't escape my own insecurities Cried because I was too scared to face my own fate I fell into the bottom of the lake Buried by rock after rock My worst fears became a reality Moving slowly like the hands of a clock Tears poured down when I saw the expression on her face Grabbing my hands and pulling me in It was like the pain had been sucked out of me Knowing I could turn to her if I felt this way again We prayed together Prayed to God with love Prayed for a second chance Knowing our loved ones will continue to look down on us from above