It sometimes scares me
When I ask myself
“Do I tie the noose?”
“Or is it better to leave it loose?”
“Should I take my final breath?”
Too often, I think about death
When I’m on a rooftop,
“Will I fly if I drop?”
“Or will I crash into the ground?”
“With a sickening sort of crunchy sound.”
“If I slit my wrist,”
“Will the world fade out and turn to mist?”
“I could drown myself in a flash,”
“It’d be just like taking a bath.”
“I could… Take some pills and die alone!”
“In my room, in my home.”
It all sounds so nice to me,
Don’t you see?