Dealing with Depressive Down-swings

She swallows pills to help her sleep
So she doesn't have to feel
So she cannot weep
She spends her free time comatose
careful just to take enough
So she won't overdose
even though she's got pills in hand
because her world is dark
or just because she can
She sees that blade left by the sink
so she hurries by
she doesn't dare to think
of stinging cuts or drops of red
or how too many, too deep
could leave her dead
She closes her eyes to ropes and cords,
a quick step, loss of breath,
swinging corpses behind closet doors
Instead she wraps up tight in cozy fleece
and she lies still and silent
and hopes for peace
praying for dreams so she can bide her time
where the world is bright
and her fears are blind