[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!

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