Fifteen Minutes
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amour "There is no great art without passion."
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(Trigger Warning! Topic: suicide)
A poem about how quickly our time and our lives can slip away from us at the hands of ourselves. Take all the time you need to heal and be okay, just don't let time take you. Sorry the poem is long, thanks for reading!

Fifteen Minutes

Deep Breaths...

Five seconds pass.

Five seconds pass. Thirty seconds.

Five seconds pass. Thirty seconds. One minute.

Five seconds pass. Thirty seconds. One minute. Five minutes

You've made it this far.

Seven minutes.

Seven minutes. Don't quit now.

Nine minutes.

Nine minutes. You stare at your hands,

Ten minutes.

Ten minutes. As they begin to tremble

Twelve minutes.

Twelve minutes. The rattling of pills,

Thirteen minutes,

Thirteen minutes, It's killing you.

Fourteen minutes.

Fourteen minutes. You're killing you...

Time ticks faster.

Time ticks faster. Your thoughts are racing.

Time ticks faster. Your thoughts are racing. The room is spinning.

Fifteen minutes.

Fifteen minutes. You pause.

Sick to your stomach,

Sick to your stomach, Defeated and shaking,

Sick to your stomach, Defeated and shaking, You recall the days' memories,

Sick to your stomach, Defeated and shaking, You recall the days' memories, They flood your mind,

Sick to your stomach, Defeated and shaking, You recall the days' memories, They flood your mind, Like a hurricane floods a town.

You recall the times you laughed today,

You recall the times you laughed today, With your niece,

You recall the times you laughed today, With your niece, With your husband,

You recall the times you laughed today, With your niece, With your husband, Wondering how such great joy,

You recall the times you laughed today, With your niece, With your husband, Wondering how such great joy, And deep sorrow,

You recall the times you laughed today, With your niece, With your husband, Wondering how such great joy, And deep sorrow, Can coexist inside a single day.

You apply the concept,

You apply the concept, That your life isn't something you only take from you.

And finally you remember,

And finally you remember, That you've already managed fifteen minutes,

And finally you remember, That you've already managed fifteen minutes, So what's one more?

Sixteen minutes.

Sixteen minutes. Set the bottle on the counter.

Sixteen minutes. Set the bottle on the counter. Deep breaths.

Eighteen minutes.

Eighteen minutes. Call for help,

Eighteen minutes. Call for help, Because you're not alone...

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