TRIGGER WARNING*
I think maybe
I want to die
I think so, I'm not sure.
Don't really think
About cutting
Just don't want to endure
I guess that I
Just know that when
I see a gravel ledge
I wonder if
It might be nice
To drive right off the edge
I think maybe
I want to die
I could be wrong, I guess
All I know is
Sometimes I feel
I live under duress
I don't know what
This feeling is–
An illness, I suppose
But living does
Not give me life
No scent holds to a rose
I think maybe
I want to die
I think so, I don't know
Oblivion
Seems much preferred
To more days moving slow
Colors, they don't
Seem as bright
The sky–it starts to fade
I wish it would
Be over now
And I could waste away
I think maybe
I want to die
I almost did last week
A flash of white
And silver hues
And tires start to squeak
And when the car
Came straight for me
I promise I won't lie
I had no thought
For my own life
I think I want to die.
They say that there are more ways to be suicidal than cutting. They say that it's when you cross the street without looking both ways or when you're not careful while chopping vegetables, those are little ways to k1ll yourself as well. So when that Cadillac hit me and I came inches away from death, and I didn't feel afraid or even sad, I wondered if it's because I want to d1e.
