Slit wrists leaking deep crimson
Thoughts of suicide;
It’s only a matter of time
Until I do it
With no thoughts of regret
The only thing I look forward too
Has it happened yet?
I mean have I already died;
And just don’t remember
Body already cold;
Not even December
Mind is scattered;
Can’t trace the thought
Of being alive
Or perhaps I’ve been deprived
Of life everlasting
I can’t remember the last thing;
I did when I was alive
Perhaps I have lied;
And the outcome is
I had never died;
Because the truth is;
I was never alive