My Sad, But, True Story. Poem by Michael Gale

I walked many a mile, in unusual new shoes...
All through life, I'd had a bad case, of depression's, blues.

I took the straight edged blade, and held it tight...
I leaned it hard, against a vein, with all pressured, might.

The blood did squirt and drip...
Life flashed before me, this saddened and lonely felt, trip.

Why would i wish to leave this life? ...
Why wish, to depart my wife?

The Ambulance Medics, shredded my leg'ged pants, and shirt...
They were taking, no unsafe precautions, to prevent them, from becoming, drawn in, and hurt.

I held my left wrist, with my right hand, until the ambulance, had arrived...
I had a change of heart, i wanted the right to live, and had then, the night, survived.

I was stitched up, then for safety's observation, held for days...
Unremembered, in my uncounted, ways.

I was advised, and counseled wise...
To wash away the pain filled, suicidal filled, self, inborn, lies.

I was held behind payned, (Pained) , windowed, glass...
I was just a number, amongst the statistical mass.

In society's gratitude, i was sent a medically induced, bill a-many...
I'd in time, lose a lot of dollars, or dimes, and or, many a penny.

Still, today, of self murder, i some times ponder...
Would it be worth it, to this life, to take it, and it, to-squander?

When dark feelings, sometimes, enter my emotional life...
All i have to do, is remember, that, the love, for me, is, by my wife.