Do I want to die?  Do I want to cry?  Men don't cry, why do I?  I'm scared of death.  Do I try to die?  I stay on heavy drink.  I try hard not to think.  As I try, I slide down a ride of overthinking; stuttering and more heavy drinking.  I'm told i'm in a twister.  Am I old enough to be called mister?  Should I have never kissed her?  Is my life just a blister?  The kind that come unwanted.  They grow and choose their way.  Till one day they pop and then I never missed her.