Am I starting to lose my mind?
I hug the mirror
And lay my face against its cold surface
With my arms around it
I felt peaceful and comforted
I may be going crazy
I held the paracetamol tablets in my hand
And I asked the person in the mirror
\"Are you really going to do it?\"
She answered, \"There is enough there but it will be gradual and painful.\"
\"What if it fails?\"
\"Why are you talking to me? I am you and you are me.\"
And so tonight was not the day I am leaving
But perhaps the closest
Yet it is not worth it
I just need to hold on a little longer
I hid the tablets away
And took the scissors from my bag out
Maybe I can find a bit of comfort that way
This encounter reminded me of that time
I opened my window blinds
And my window
It is 13 storeys high
I would be gone right?
I was breathing heavily
And truly afraid that I wanted to do it
But the keys to the grills were not there
My dad had taken them away
I thought to myself...
He knows