Doors without locks

Windows glued shut

One Zoloft by day

Insomnia by night

My week in a mental hospital

After I tried to make it all go away

Don't tell me I'm okay

I don't want to hear it

My stomach cries when empty

But it cramps when full

It isn't a voice in my head

It's an instinct

The smallest conflict

The greatest pain

Physical, emotional, mental

I wish my mom would stop telling me

That I need to go outside

I want to stay warm in bed

And sleep forever

It's the only time that I feel okay

Mother says that's called death

So when I die, 

I'll rest in peace

Won't I?

But maybe I won't

I don't really know 

What happened to 

Robin Williams, Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath

So for now

There's a noose around my neck

I can't take it off

But I won't kick the chair either

And maybe tomorrow 

The noose will get a little less tight

And one day

I'll slip out, step off of the chair, and just walk away

Walking can be okay too