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Slippery

My sanity is unreal, a myth
Insanity is where I really live
Those of you who don't know me
Might think you know what I should be
The truth is, it's slippery.
Every day could be my last
I can't lie; it's part the past
I'm living in and dwelling on
Along with those who've already gone
The cold hard facts are what you need
To save my life, so take heed
When I say I want to end it all
Don't act like its just another call
They all matter; they all count
Like they all say, when in doubt
Listen to me, don't dry my tears
I've been suffering this way for years
I've cut. I've hung. I've even burned.
I've overdosed. I've often yearned
For the day I am no more
So the pain's no longer sore
I can admit too readily
Voices I hear, shadows I see
When nothing's there, except to me
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Oh, God
I'm not that strong to carry on.
Listen when I say it's true
The last to see me may be you
So smile and make me laugh
You can do more than even that
Be me friend, hold my hand
Do your best to understand
I don't want to be locked inside this way
I'd rather the weakness go away
But it's here, and every hour
Lately I feel it grows in power
My sanity, it's slippery
But I've three kids who need me
And so I try to hold on tight
To all the precious things that might
Keep me here on this green earth
So death's as timely as my birth
I try. I try. I try. Oh, God
Nothing is harder than this job

Melanie A. Odette, 2012

Slippery

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