Suddenly, my patient collapsed in the chair.
Tears filled his eyes; he hid behind his hair.
Rubbing his arms and clenching his fists,
He massaged the scars that covered his wrists.
Shaking, he picked up a pen in his hand,
While pond'ring the thoughts of suicide's demand.
When I asked, "What's the matter?" he started to weep.
He cried, "All I want to do is sleep!
"To escape from the torture, to escape from the strife…
"To escape from the horrible pressures of life!
"I'm apathetic towards living. It is all a charade."
Then he hunched back over to look at his "blade."
His explosive behavior caused me to think,
"No wonder this kid needed to come see a shrink."
Reluctant to speak, he sighed, "I feel numb."
Thus he began sucking his thumb.