The train was delayed

On that Saturday morning, 
the train was delayed, 
my mind was committing suicide on the tracks,
I had to rid myself of the sick and evil thoughts
that were controlling me,
I wanted to sleep freely,
with deep breaths and peaceful dreams;
instead of the nightmares.

the train driver sounded his horn
but it was too late to stop,
he was going fast,
too fast for my mind to untie itself, 
it was just lying there,
for all to see,
bleeding; open to the elements, 
hoping,
waiting to end the turmoil,
so you see the train was delayed 
on that Saturday, 
it wasn't because of the wrong type of snow or leaves on the track,
it was my mind,
wishing to be set free.