I try to remember but it seems to faint.
I never went hungry, I never was beat.
I guess i wasn't strong, my soul became weak.
Now in my mind i see a figured sight.
I held back as hard as i could,
Till the devil latched on and took control.
Now my child hang on for a ride.
That's when i realized i should have tried.
Weak and afraid i begin to cry.
I want to come back please let me try.
Now it's to late, so let me explain why.
The devil still here he stays by my side.
He said i gave up and never even tried.
I could have got out, if i lived by the my goals.
I have just one way out i know what to do,
To keep the devil from consuming my soul.
I walk to the window look up to the sky.
I reach to make sure the rope is tightly tied.
I take a deep breath as i swing side to side.
The devils defeated because, " I chose to DIE."
I wrote this because i hope we can find the time to talk to a child, a mother
a man, who is depressed and thinks that no one cares, Let show them we do. Reach out to stop, Depression and suicide.
Written by Anna Baty.