Sarah Frieman Poet I do not know?

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.

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Laura Mckenzie May 1, 2009 at 2:11 PM Wow well done you certainly showed the emotion that goes with depression. Hopefully it will reach others! Laura :)

Carolyn Devonshire April 26, 2009 at 9:29 PM Sarah, my mother suffered from depression and it led to an early death. We could never determine the cause of her depression. I, too, get depressed, but it is event related and all-consuming right now. I am not, however, given to suicidal tendencies. It is a great public service to post this poem. You have captured the despair so well and given advice to seek help. Bless you, Carolyn