I’m all talk and no action because,
I’m internally screaming
That I want to die.
I’d say it out loud but
That would be
Just a cry for Attention
Not help
Right?
I’m all talk and no action because,
I’m given all
the things Necessary
to commit,
To do what I want done,
And yet I can’t
Bring myself to
Pull the
Trigger.
I’m just a fool
Afraid
Am I just garbage?
I’m all talk and no action because,
Fear makes me immobile
Dries the tears
And turns “I want”
Into “I wish”.
Because you see
Sometimes suicidal isn’t
Pulling the trigger of the dam gun.
Sometimes suicidal is wishing
Someone else would pull the trigger for you.
Sometimes suicidal is wishing
A car might lose control
And crush you,
Or wishing a vein might burst
Inside your head
While you slept
Because then
It wouldn’t be your fault.
No one could be angry at you because
You were all talk and no action.
Sometimes suicidal
Is holding your breath
Just a little
Too long
Hoping you might pass out
Under the water
And drown.
Sometimes suicidal
Is taking one extra pill
And wondering
What will happen
Then waking up the next morning
Angry, you cry
Why the fuck am I still alive?