bad poetry for the week

suicide watch

they bring you to this place to watch you bleed.
to keep you inside, to close all the doors.
they promise to bring you water
something to keep hope alive
but you've heard it all before
and now you've turned your ear to this side.
you smell your clothes and they smell oddly of remorse.
you feel your body's remains in the shower
it seems as though to belong to another.

count the days, backwards, forwards.
deal with them in inches, divide them in two
as you would with sports. as you would with grocery store orders.
deal with them mechnically or handle them routinely.
a child's hand reaches for nothing more.
do not let them follow you home
and do not let them take you away.
hold out for the easier, better times and days.
they are coming like soldiers approaching on the hill. you can't see them now
as they gear towards the future
someday soon, you will.

inspiration (in vague part)
http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5gd2JA-jYp-hkusfk5lStCT7X9chw?docId=CNG.93d17015584f9064f404da9c7737315f.741