A hundred ways to die
Will it be on the plane
In the car stuck in a ditch
Will it be on the sidewalk
In broad daylight
Or in covert darkness
With no one but the stars
To hold witness to my end
I go over it again and again
I see my demise
Every time I close my eyes
And the suffering is great
And the pain is plenty
But all I think about
Is how I wasn't ready
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Overthinker
Poezja{tw: suidical ideation, death, anxiety, depressive thought} My thoughts are a full time job. Poetry from your local overthinker.
