Life Without Relief

Feeling vulnerable with no one to turn to,
What can I say? 
Who can I say it to?
Just an emptiness resounds.


Lying in the midst of chaos,
or is it in calm?
It's hard to tell as they merge.
Soon there will be only one,
but which I do not know.


The fear enshrouds me
and weighs on my mind.
No knives can I hold,
As the inner pain grows.
Taken from my grasp,
To save from bloodshed.
Relief is no longer an option,
Endurance, the only choice.

Life feels ever more futile,

Nebulous and trivial.

How much longer will it last?

This world's no longer

a desirable stead,

Yet the only alternative

is to be dead.

(c)2011 David McGarry

Out Of Body, Out Of Mind

Contemplating acting on my suicidal tendencies during stressful times I wrote this poem. It shows how I've come to hate myself so much that I believe that should I ever manage to take my own life that I would not be missed.


Out Of Body, Out Of Mind

It seems tonight,
I'm on the floor.
There's someone
knocking at my door.

Can't answer it,
I only shout.
Then I hear,
No words come out.

I try again,
But it's the same.
I can't even,
Say my own name.

I panic now,
Start to weep,
From my eyes,
The tears not seep.

As for sound,
Nothing is heard,
From my mouth,
No breath transferred.

Looking down,
I see my face,
Reflection maybe?
This not the case.

My body limp,
Lips so blue,
Tell me this,
Cannot be true.

The door it opened,
In beamed a light,
Now all I feel
Is pain and fright

I walk towards
The light I see
I feel, I sense
My destiny

My body now,
Is left behind
And soon my life
Is out of mind.


(c)2008 David McGarry