A spiral appears going down
Center slowly turns around
Looking upward into mind
All the while, nothing sublime
Dark oppressive, seems no way out
Where's the bell, to stop this bout
Inside the head many fears, and doubts
Pressure increases, building darkest of clouds
Mental deaths happened, so many times
Cursed by body's health, or all in the mind
Thoughts flashing and darting, there is no relief
Unable to reason, the wish, is only to leave
Shoes come off, feet touch the earth
Finding out really, what grounding is worth
Slowly the cloud is drained away
Sitting and swaying, nothing to say
Negative charge gone to ground
Welcomed relief, that was found
Sitting, breathing slowly, being reflective
The big picture appears, changing perspective
Unknown sourced motivation, but easy adoption
Result reveals, suicide is not an option
Original poem by 
Suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better
