Kate Spade, then Anthony Bourdain.
What do you do, when you feel a deep lost and understanding,
Every time someone decides, they’ve had enough?
For me, years of extreme Brain fog.
Years, of feeling physically exhausted,
Every second, of every day.
[No matter how much, I rest]
A life of depression.
PTSD (Rape, Has devastated my life and many others)
A Black woman, living in this World.
All reasons, that make life, less appealing.
Each time someone choices death over life,
And it seems my meds stop working.
All I can think about is, not wanting to be here.
But, I won’t commit suicide.
I fear I would survive.
And be worst off.
I think more about, moving to one of those States.
Where you have the right to say when, you’ve had enough and you’re ready to go.
Ready to die.
No, I won’t commit suicide.
I’ll cry, until I stop.
And I’ll keep taking my meds, in spite of.
And I’ll keep seeing my Psychiatrist.
I’ll keep doing this thing called,
‘Til I can’t.