Being in a room encased with fire

seeing the smoke slither around your throat,

slowly

forcibly

tighter

it holds,

and you let it.

Drowning,

struggling,

your muscles

tighten

and slowly you sink

deep sea,

new existence.

Dreaming

you Fall,

but your body

refuses to wake you up,

fall,

rest,

let us end it all.

Watch as your captor enters,

and the face you see

is no one new,

reflection

upon

reflection,

of scars,

you know to be your own

you’re shackling your own bones,

to your old home.

Depress,

the thoughts,

that cause,

your

demon,

to latch,

catch hold,

send you screaming.

Wish we could stop,

but if only we stop believing,

that getting better,

isn’t becoming whole again,

it’s just entering the living.