Death By Depression

• Kiahla Gollan, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

Sleeping is what she liked best,
The escape from reality, where she felt no pain in her chest,
But as soon as she wakes, the memories come flooding back,
With no motivation in her bones, her parents just say “stop being so slack”
They didn’t understand like usual, but all she wanted was help,
She felt that hurting herself was the only choice, the pain made her yelp,
She thought she was getting better, but her demons said no,
She finished her chapstick, she said to herself “now it’s my time to go”
On the floor she laid, her thoughts are what kills,
Sitting next to her, a bottle of pills,
She told herself no, but she took them anyway,
The bottle was empty, and on the bathroom floor is where her lifeless body lay.