You said that
you attempted to **** yourself 9 times
and you were so close to,
what if I told you I died
100 times when those words had escaped your mouth?

I died.

Today felt like my time to die 
The journey home stretched 
Beautiful things were put at test
The songs that played wore black 
And the light weather was heavy
Everything was ordinary 
But my body passed by them as if it was never coming back
The rest of the day waltzed past
And a new day began 
I was alive 
But yesterday was my time to die