[Trigger Warning!] I don't have a Grim Reaper; I have a Black Dog Rather than a lead He offers me a noose. Darkness - all consuming So much to tempt me, so much attractiveness in death. Death looks like losing the fight to some; But looks like winning freedom to me. Cutting, overdoses, and hanging, All calling my name - 'Hannah'. It's a well trodden path; I know where to go - with comforting familiarity. No help equals no hope Despair and shame surrounds me Clouded by punishment and fear Trying to take control by starvation!