My mind stuttering, no longer free,
I could hang myself from the branch of a tree,
My heart is broken; I’m a sinking boat,
I could end it all; I could slit my throat,
I’ve attempted suicide, why aren’t I dead?
Maybe I’ll shoot myself in the head,
I lay in my bed; my body is stiff,
I could run to the edge and jump off a cliff,
My life sucks; it could use a twist,
Maybe this razor should be a friend with my wrists,
Floating on clouds; life passing by,
I could overdose, plus, I could use a nice high,
This all seems real, but only seems,
But of course I wake up, it was all just a dream.
