As I sit here and think
familiar faces pass by.
As i sit here and grin
familiar jokes are told.
As I sit here and cry
familiar memories are remembered
As I sit here and put
familiar wants are unwanted.
As I sit here and write
familiar words pour from the ink.
As I sit her and wonder
familiar wishes are shattered.
As I sit here and carve
into my arm familiar pains
are pleased and the familiar is now the forgotten.
As I sit here in my poodle of blood I write my own suicide note and count the seconds that remain.
As I sit here, count and refuse to do the worst.
As I sit her and rip up my suicide note, I think of you.
