Suicidal vines

It has been going on for a month or so,

I once again begin to realise that there is no fix

I'm scared of the consequences of my illness ruined brain.

My mind is an endless abyss that keeps me under,

I'm scared, and there is no one to call this time

I wish people could stay around me

I wish there was a magic pill,

I'm starving for a cure without the will to swallow

The suicidal vines don't go away, barely linger

I'm running out of reasons to stay alive

And every night as I take my antidepressants,

My benzos triple by nights

I'm terribly alone in this with no one to call

People say to me, that its nothing more than a rocky road

I'm going on autopilot mode, yet the pilot has catapulted out its seat

The torments scar my skin

There is an action begging to be done,

Tugging at my chest,

The relief it would bring

Yet i hold on another day