I've done all I can to get better.
Time doesn't heal all wounds.
Sometimes you never recover.

I've done everything to get better.
Even counseling won't heal these wounds.
I sharpen my blade to end the trauma.

I've done all I can to get better.
medication just worsened the wounds.
Incense and candels lit to prepare.

This is all I have left to get better.
the professionals agreed nothing heals such wounds.
I will join the blessed aether.

In death I will be better.
Nothing treats such mental wounds.
This sacred blade my last savior.

Found too soon to get better.
should have let me heal my wounds.
let the blood spill that I might recover.

Understand I can't get better.
I will always have these wounds.
Death is my last chance healer.

Understand there is no hope to get better.
No joy will ever be felt because of these wounds.
let me die so I can end the trauma.

Understand I won't get better.
All treatments will worsen these wounds.
let me do what I must to recover.

To die with dignity is better.
Treatment turns me into an abuser.
I refuse to dishonor myself by harming another.
Living or dead my life is over.
Stop taking my choice to die away from me.
© Tinka H Cain