When I think about it, sometimes I think it would be nice for certain people to see inside my mind
But wouldn't they freak out if they only knew?
The morbid thoughts and detached observations would put anyone off.
There are moments of extreme longing combating with the moments of distinctly cold, calculated plans and those are what scare even me.
To plan a way to go, to know I have it in myself, intimidates the me who thinks clearly and objectively.
If anyone knew the truth behind these eyes of mine
They'd scream and cry
They'd ask me why
I want to die so badly.