I might have killed myself tonight
Slit wrists in my bath tub
I didn\'t feel a fight or flight
just a sinking battle sub
No tourniquet to stop the rush
Just company of a red friend
In the water you can\'t see it gush
My sight leaves, I near my end
A familiar sound pierces the air
And warm hearts soon find my place
Lifting me out of my solace with care
And into an open case
Soon they fill a solemn room
With hearts worn on their sleeves
Not I, I reach out towards the moon
And in the night, I am free.
A6