damn

Damn I thought these were done
But now
There back
I cried and cried
Say in my closet
And tried my best
To keep the scissors
Away
Why
I'm not suicidal
I just always like thinking
Of ways to kill myself
I wonder if someone would miss me
I think no
Others say yes to be nice
I cut my finger
Instead
Ran it against my thumb
And then pressed harder
I laid my head down
And the pressure
It struck me
And I thought if the gun
Where did it come from
I thought of
The blood
Finding me
Maybe I'd be
On the fan
Maybe in the bathroom
Or a knife in the kitchen
I cried
And cried
It was fake
But the reality
Is that was all I wanted....
So let be dIe
Come on I'm a stranger anyways