Sometimes we stay up at night
And hope that things will be alright...
There will be no one
There when I die...
I was born on the stage
The light was so bright...
Pack a bag of essentials,
a bottle of water, a whistle...
I've always been the first
to fall, and through my falling, others...
A dull metal blade
in between my chest bones...
hope gifts consciousness
a lightsabre to fight off...
I am so shut off,
sometimes I don't even notice myself...
Don’t keep yawning
at the sunrise...
Killing myself is all I can think about
Shame amd embarrassment keeps me quiet...
I’ve often wondered if the pills are following...
or if they’ve chosen roads less traveled...
It's dark out
and it seems...