A Sensational Depressional Death Consumed As Tightly Ever By Thee. Poem by Michael Gale

Once one forlorn saddened day as i took aim to thy left wrist with a sharpened and honed razor's edged pupose intent...
T'was i crazed or just merely Hell bound as Hell bent.
Where had'st thy sanity went? ...
What days mismanged by Hell's mental'ed facitized.
Which zany menue in life of strife...
Why would'st this eternal flame and ever burning bush of genius,
wish to be extinguished?
Does thou seem well full of oneself? ...
Do veins in portaled body continue in vain?
In vain just be well kind enough for me to do well to explain...
Depression is a state of mind that one may well disagree.
Depression is a degree of stunted mental well being...
Depression is what life should be rid of for thee.
Why would one want to be as live in a very dillusional lie? ...
Why would one want to leave this life a worldly cowardly way to die?
Death be peace in all it's dreamy as happly promised way sent forward...
Peace is what gives off a promising way toward's a slumbering
sleepful journey thus far mis spent.
Death is a yearning for peace from Heaven promised to thee to be
from life finally free...
Unhappy depression can keep one all their life trapped as in an inescapeable tree.
To finally be depressionally freed...
We all have to want to be pushed away and out of our slowly held
state and be untreed.