It’s not death I fear, I would welcome it with an open arms, Like an old friend I haven’t seen for forever, Like you would welcome love. What I am afraid is dying through suffocation When you are in a room full of smoke, And you realize that you only have these fumes That burns your chest with every inhale, to breathe. When you are choking on ether, And you can’t really feel it because There is nothing to choke on. When you are in a close space And the hot air you breathe out is the air you need to breathe in. When you are drowning in the sea And you realize there is nothing you can do about it.
Since a couple of days I am trying to **** myself.