Making the Intangible, Tangible

About 12 years ago depression,

Began to control my life,

Coming and going so very,

Deceiving- my mental health is,

Evaporating, vanishing into thin air,

Forever prisoned in my mind,

Going down that rabbit hole,

How do I escape it?

I've tried therapy and medication,

Judged by my forlorn past,

Knowing they haven't walked it,

Lockbox for this broken heart,

Music box for my thoughts,

Never knowing how to tune,

Out the demons from my,

Past because their screams deafen,

Quicker than Andres Cantor that,

Roars GOAL at soccer games,

Suicidal isn't the same as,

Thoughts of suicide—they're different,

Until they collaborate and choose,

Victims of their rude intrusion,

With handfuls of pills swallowed,

Xerostomia, panic worry, and guilt,

Youngster within my fading thoughts...

Zoloft: the definition of a paradox.