Once you've come to terms with dying
You stop checking for monsters under the bed
If they **** you, you won't mind
Besides, they live in your head
No more looking both ways
When you cross a busy street
If they hit you, maybe you'll die
You think as you stare down at your feet
No point in reading how many pills
You're supposed to take
You take the whole bottle
Maybe you'll finally break
Are accidents still accidents
If they're purposely done?
What if you accidentally
Shot that loaded gun