this was one of my first poems so if it's bad bear with me because even
now i'm still learning.

I'm going to finish it,here and now
I walk into the bathroom,contemplating how
I see 13 bottels,more than enough to do the trick
I feal hardened to fear now,so i begin to take my pick
I see that shiny blade there,
I hear the devil play a chord
Somehow I realize I've been a fool not to care
Forgetting it all,I fall to my knees and praise The Lord

Nicely worded Songbird. I can relate to depression. Sometimes my son and
daughter seem to be my only reason for carrying on in this crazy world.

Good eve!songbird.You really freaked me out with this poem.I detected
the big S.....E word,early into this one;sadly so many people have come
to this brink within their life.God willing only once if even that.I'd
like to think of that final second thought as my fail-safe switch which
turns to belief.[In God of Course!]Here is one of my fav.'s from Psalms.

Psalms 91:1-6.God is a shelter,a refuge when we are afraid.The writer's
faith in the Almighty God as Protector would carry him through all the
dangers and fears of life.This should be a picture of our trust-trading
all our fears for faith in him,no matter how intense our fears.To do
this we must "dwell" and "abide" with him.By entrusting ourselves to his
protection and pledging our daily devotion to him,we will be kept safe.
Godspeed!Cybear.p.s.looking good,keep at it.:)