Anthology

Hypoxia

The mind

Frays as oxygen drops

It's not painful, drowning in nitrogen.

Not if it's a closed system.

Skipping the dioxide panic.

Pure.

A slow fall into the abyss.

They tell me it's like sinking.

Quicker and easier than falling asleep

You don't even know anything is wrong if done right.

Just a few breaths and-

you just stop.

Unconsciousness in minutes, death quickly after that.

No muss, no fuss.

Clean and quick and painless.

So why not?

AN:// So I write a lot of dark things, and suicidal ideation play a part in these. That and self-harm.  But, despite my illness doing it's worst, I'm still here writing depressive poetry.  I have to thank my therapist, who taught me options without taking anything off the table. 

But, if you're feeling like you're on the edge, like you want to take that step and you feel you need a check- one last measure to make sure you know what you're doing;

This is the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline in the USA: 1-800-273-8255

It's not my place, but please call. Just to  make sure. 

Stay safe, and stay hopeful. I do believe it gets better, and this can be beaten down. Never killed, but pushed back, yes.