With a heavy heart, fragmented mind and a sharp knife She sat there, contemplating a swipe. Wanting to end it all, Tempting was the peace’s call. A voice told her, “No, there’s still hope” To hold on, as this is a dangerous slope. Another said, “Do it, it’s intelligent” It will be easy like an experiment. The third voice had nothing to prove It only stood there watching her every move She waited, thought and tried to decide. Her hands betrayed, they failed to abide. Drip! Drip! Drops fell Thick, crimson-red cell. A voice told her to call for the ambulance To stop this madness and the turbulence. Another sat there in ecstasy of freedom From all the pain, guilt and demon. The last one just stood there Watching her shiver in fear. With a heavy heart, fragmented mind and a red knife Unable to choose between the present or the afterlife. She waited, thought and tried to decide Sitting there contemplating her suicide.
This piece got published in Through the Looking Glass: Reflecting on Madness and Chaos Within by Indie Blu(e) Publishing. This anthology digs deep into the experience of living with depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, and other neurodivergent conditions, as well as the challenges of loving someone who struggles with such an illness.