Totally isolated, can't truly be myself,
The scars on my wrists, I use as a call for help.
I'm not on medication, but I've taken alot of pills,
Uncertain of the outcome, hoping that it kills.
You've taken full control, wanted to completely sieze my life,
I'll gladly welcome the grim reaper, I'll even sharpen his scythe.
I've lost touch of the world, I've got little to no hope,
I wear this necklace standing upon a bucket, in the form of a rope.
I wished I had a therapist, to vent through each session,
And regain control of my life from this monster- Depression.

~Tremar Ivey~

[Versification entry 'Sieze']