I have thought about suicide probably
More times than I should have,
And I've lingered between busy streets probably
More often than I ought to,
Unclicking my seat-belt
Dancing on the edge of
"Should I?" and "When?"
I've emptied orange bottles, prescriptions in hand,
Shuffling the white capsules from mouth to palm probably
More than a dozen times,
And I've lingered on the idea of
"Now?" and "Here?"
I've held myself under bath water, white knuckles clenched and lungs on fire
Probably
More than my body wishes
Humming to myself,
"A few more seconds." and "Keep going."
Hoping one day,
Somewhere,
Sometime,
Should I?
When?
Now?
Here?
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
I have thought about suicide probably
More times than I should have,
And I've lingered between busy streets probably
More often than I ought to,
Unclicking my seat-belt
Dancing on the edge of
"Should I?" and "When?"
I've emptied orange bottles, prescriptions in hand,
Shuffling the white capsules from mouth to palm probably
More than a dozen times,
And I've lingered on the idea of
"Now?" and "Here?"
I've held myself under bath water, white knuckles clenched and lungs on fire
Probably
More than my body wishes
Humming to myself,
"A few more seconds." and "Keep going."
Hoping one day,
Somewhere,
Sometime,
Should I?
When?
Now?
Here?
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