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My depression is deep and dark and many mile's wide,
As the oceans I've swam, where other's have simply just died.
A little about the mental health professional people I've met
And yes I still see,

No one will offer me a safe stable place where
I can be safe and live like you and still be free.
Are those like me not worth the investment it takes,
To save these lives so different in need.
Or let us die and be collected like garbage to be cremated,
Out of sight of thee, as though we were never here seen.

Free from threat's, free from harm and from those whom yell
That cause me to shake, where my memory then flees from me.
Some of us need less, other's need more as I am
One of the unfortunate less from me means more.

When in talking to them about any of this,
Keeps me under constant threat of being Baker acted.
Leaving me worse off after being released with
Nothing and no where to go.

Worse than that there's nothing left here for me to see!
When being honest about the trauma I've faced
Truama that other's have faced, trauma they couldn't endure.
Like Sarah Teasdale, and Sylvia Plath, Sharon Olds
Beyond hope, beyond life and your pity will send me off,
Beyond the dark sky
Out of reach of the light in this hopeless life were you live.

Hang on they say, hang on, while
All here around us other's are leaving now, having it all
Did not to them make any significant difference when living
My life, I should have left this wretched life much sooner.

So to you I would say that in respect to me, the sky
Is to large and surrounded by dark yes the dark has fallen on me.
Am I a coward for staying to long, I hear the bell tolling my life,
Abraham Lincoln, it is ringing for me.

One life is all I repeatedly hear that one and all shall have.
Hear dear where we live they expound pro life,
and then execute those to rise in the polls.
Here alive to live with, what the church and their sins yes about that I've endured.
Society has now seen that the suicide rate reflects,
Their lack of values on those human beings just like me.
The sky is dark a reflection of me, my sky is dark a reflection of you.

My new case worker took me again to,
Where they want me to live, 
With people who have harmed other's and even a child,
That some will do you know again.
I would just rather man up and let this life go.
Because there's no one whom cares about innocence unaddressed that has repeatedly been expressed by me.
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