Too Late

Haunted by depression

Being attacked by anxiety

Together they make the perfect storm

Suicide.

Ending it all

Scary how fast I could do it

How little time and effort it would take

But there’s a part of me

That knows it could get better

Suicide tells that part of me that it’s lying

Still

My finger hovered over the hotline number

They’ll think I’m a freak

But they deal with people like me everyday

Lost in thought

I hit call

An automated voice came on

Thank you for calling. The estimated wait time is 45 minutes

Don’t they know

That in 45 minutes

I could do it eight times?

Don’t they know

That I’m already dead?

-Z

This is unfortunately a true story. It sucks how many people need help and want it, but there’s not enough people to give it.