I often wonder now
Look back and think on how
Life would surely be
Lived so differently
If I hadn't tried to kill myself
Put my body on a morgue shelf
By swallowing pills
Teetering on window sills
What would it be like
Living as that psych
Sometimes I'd rather die
Than knowingly live that lie
But would I rather be under a headstone
Or a humble office drone?
Hard to say
But either way
Today is just another day.
