Death Can’t Wait.

A lot of people today suffer from varying degrees of depression and other illnesses that are not apparent. I wrote this as a way of connecting to those. If you know of someone so stricken then don’t ignore them, that can be the cruellest thing of all.

I want to give in, and call it a day.

Give up on it all, and walk away.

I have no life, that’s left inside

No longer do I wish, to simply survive.

Give me respite, give me peace.

Lay my body down and give me release.

There is nothing left in life for me to explore,

Except that which awaits behind that final door.

On days of despair I welcome death.

Those days are now becoming too many,

Take away my final breath.

http://www-thedesolategarden-com.co.uk/

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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