Internal Death

Killing me slowly Dying from within Giving up hope As the depression sets in Wishing for death Longing for life Slashing my wrists with a kitchen knife Blood flowing to the floor My son unknowing Of his mother Deaths little whore Just weight and see I know he’ll find me In the morning I gave up Don’t you see? Nothing matters at all to me For look the depression has Consumed ME Author’s notes: This poem represents the disease of depression that inflicts my life as well as my families, and my husband’s family, for depression is an inherited illness within both our families, and when my husband was only 12years old he found his mother dead, she killed herself and he found her body. Though this poem shows sadness, I want it to be a signal, to please, if your feeling depressed or if you feel like hurting yourself, seek help, I know there are people in your life that want you to live.