Christy Poem by chris schwartz

You're "Self medicating",
She said to me.
As if I didn't know.
There's a term for it now,
Apparently.
They no longer call it,
"Crazy".
Hey, if your textbook
Science
Doesn't help me
I'm gonna help myself.
You can study it,
Write about it
Sing about it later.
Don't matter too much
To the subject of your worth.
I stay here,
Writhing in the pain
So Unimaginable,
To the ordinary man.
Still, you study,
How does this happen,
Well, hell, I can tell you,
Not to close your eyes.
Cause it just
Happens that fast.
And it lingers
A long time
When it happens
To the best
Of us.
For the rare few
That life happens to
Like an avalanche
Crippling everything
Below it,
I can tell you,
It's rare.
It's not wanted,
Nor is it asked for.
But once it does,
The sheer noise
Of the city,
Makes a person
Cringe,
Hoping they will never
Feel the horror
Of the avalanche again.
Still, life tumbles.
Struggles.
Into the depths
Of what we all question.
Stare into the eyes
Of the nurse;
The last hope you may have
And feel grateful
That today,
Today,
May not be your time
To die.