I don’t think anyone takes me seriously when I say I’ve try to commit suicide. I don’t think anyone would truly be affected if I did. Sure a lot of sad people and only body dead, gone from the earth, yet spirit rose again. Noise canceled in my own box, sly sleep now sneaky fox. Two tails no heads, always at odds lengths. Drowning in sorrow walked off the ledge. I’m okay, don’t worry about me. This is me just venting, I never get sentimental. I want to get outside my own head, but what’s the point when you’re dead. Is that too morbid, did I say something horrid? Then I’m sorry you feel that way, And here I lay.
After seeing how my ex had become. I felt that I failed even after breaking up. How I could let her walk such a path, alone without anyone to help her. I wasn't there, why wasn't I ? Why did I turn my back when she needed me the most...the depression sank its claws into my flesh and tore me limb to limb. I sank and I couldn't swim, I was drowning.