What are you supposed to do when you are at edge but you have no one to step back for?...All there's left to do is ...jump.

I think of suicide
I think of committing suicide
I don't know if I would commit suicide
But I sure want to try

Now, folks
This is not a question of whether or not I will.
It's a question of why I want to
I'm not sure why though.
Maybe it's the worthlessness if feel in the pit of my stomach every time I look in the mirror.
Maybe it's that I feel trapped all the time..even in open spaces.
Maybe I feel alone when everyone's around.
Maybe, just maybe I'm tired of feeling like this...maybe I'm over it.

I am tired, so tired of breathing the same depression polluted air. I can no longer breathe without exhaling razor blades, they cut my throat just like when i say your name. I told myself that my thoughts weren't devoted to you but they are starting to be and how I predicted this summer would be sweet. .it is bitter with the taste of your lips and the cigarettes that you smoked. I have fallen. Not for you but for sadness, for the razor blades, panic attacks, the thoughts of death and all the rest.  I'm not saying I'm in love with it...I'm saying I'm in love with the fact that it replaces you. Because surely that is what I deserve.

Don't let there be a day
where you don't listen.

Don't let ther be a day
where you don't speak.

Because the one day
you don't listen
she might be telling
you goodbye.

Because the one day
you don't speak
she might need to
know that you love
her.