i look into the mirror
how could this get nearer
to staring into my foreign eyes
saying the last goodbyes
to the something i kept inside

breathing feels like swallowing gasoline,
is there someone hiding in the back of me?
again, knife in hand
point and tip ready to land
straight in my spine
you know i would climb
to the top of mount everest
just to get some kind of relief
but the more oxygen i get stuck in my lungs
the harder it becomes to push it back out
i can feel, i can feel this turning into a blackout

anesthetize my mind and let me fall asleep
unbind, unwind, take a part the windchimes
that rattle during the storm
something once thought to be beautiful
is now a constant reminder of how
strong the wind has gotten