Inside a room thoughts unspoken.
Things you've tried to do.
Tried to throw it all away
Thankfully it didn't come true.
You've talked about razors,pills and guns.
And how we would feel, when it was all done.
You sit there and think we wouldn't care.
Now try imagining it flipped and me there.
Would you want me to die?
To do one of the unspoken you've prepared?
Would you cry
If you walked in the room,
To see me dead in a puddle of blood.
Don't tell me I wouldn't care.
Don't tell me I wouldn't cry.
I've sat and I've thought it through
Exactly how how it would be with out you
How I would react, what I would do.
It's not just you It would affect,
But everyone you've ever met.
Thought it was my fault,
What else could I have done?
I've discovered somethingwithin this problem.
I once needed help, as you do.
Your actions are reaching for someone.
What else can I do?
Inside a room, made just for you.
How can I help if my help was you.
