I want to drown I want to breathe the water in And never breathe out again I want the salt water to burn the fresh cuts in my wrists I want the dark to cradle me as I float into never ending sleep I want to drift off with no sign of life I want to drown
sometimes I wish I had cancer then people would send me flowers, and get well soon cards. but I am bipolar so when I am sick I suffer alone, ashamed because too many times people synonymously use my illness for crazy.