Depression

She calls to me,

Reaching her hand out.

I consider taking it,

As I'm filled up with doubt.

She seems sweet,

But I should know better.

I went to the bottom,

And that's where I met her.

She whispered in my ear,

Such horrible things.

Her voice sounded sweet,

Like how an angel would sing.

She promised lies,

And I truly believed.

But there I sat waiting,

To be relieved.

One grim night,

I wanted to end my life.

So I went to my kitchen,

And grabbed a sharp knife.

This pleased her,

As a cruel smile spread across her face.

Ahe instructed,

And I followed at a slow pace.

Remember that night,

In the ICU.

I woke up to blurry faces,

Saying, "I care about you."

Soon came recovery,

Which was hard and slow.

But one thing's for sure,

I learned how to say no.

So no to the hand,

That hurt my family and I.

You'll never get me,

So this is good-bye.