One of my friends
quiet as he may be
actually paused today and asked
why I am so against wearing my
seatbelt.
Why?
I had no heart to tell him
that without that safety harness
around my chest
I am one step closer to death
and I prefer it that way,
no heart to tell him
while they all think my
suicidal tendencies are
under control,
never to be seen again.
They think I'm all better
but I've got hidden demons
always begging to come out
and play.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
One of my friends
quiet as he may be
actually paused today and asked
why I am so against wearing my
seatbelt.
Why?
I had no heart to tell him
that without that safety harness
around my chest
I am one step closer to death
and I prefer it that way,
no heart to tell him
while they all think my
suicidal tendencies are
under control,
never to be seen again.
They think I'm all better
but I've got hidden demons
always begging to come out
and play.
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