I remember reading about
A young woman,
An art student or
Aspiring art student
Who committed suicide
In my local area rag.
The article said that
She felt like she
Had no real friends.
And it was after
My stint in rehab.
I felt that could have
Been me. Even though
I had my group of friends.
At school I felt
That way for a while.
I had friends but felt
They were not true friends.
But now there would be
No sympathetic article
In the local paper
If I were to take my life.
Just troubled young woman
Laid to rest in the obituaries.
If I did it at school
Then I would have been
In the news paper.
Until my future
Disintegrated overnight when
I was committed.
My mind dealt
With my underlying
Depression in it's own way.
Blessing in disguise.
I do believe that
Without my disorder,
That enhances my
Artistic flair then
I would have jumped
Into Davy Jones Locker,
When hospital rehab
Kmocked the wind
Out of my sails.