I can't walk across a road without thinking about how easy it would be to be hit and make it look like an accident.
I can't walk past a bridge without thinking how easy it would be to jump off and become a memory.
I can't hold a pencil sharpener without thinking how easy it would be to get the blade and swipe it across my bare skin.
I can't hold rope without thinking how easy it would be to end my sad excuse of a life.
Updated on 1/1/17
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