I would never commit suicide but
I like to envision a gun to my head
A car crash in the waiting
Situations id end up dead
I imagine what would happen next
The loved one next to me
A stranger beside me
How they would react
How they would proceed to be
Maybe im the only one that thinks this way
But whenever im in the car
I cant wait for the car across us to tear into my aching body and put me to rest
I must sound phychotic
But im okay with that