Sometimes.
Sometimes, I fall. Slip. Let go.
Sometimes, I think about it.
I sit down, close my eyes and think.
What if I didn't exist? What if I died? Would anyone even care? Should I? I mean, I do have ropes, guns, high buildings, blades...
Sometimes.
Sometimes, I try it.
I take it, and try to end myself.
It never works.
But sometimes,
Sometimes.
It comes close.
But it never, never, takes me in.
As I am, baby won't you take me as I am, as I am, as I am,
As I am, baby won't you take me as I am, as I am, as I am.
Sometimes.....
Sometimes,
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RandomMy thoughts on stuff **WARNING** -Some things may be triggering -Most of the things I think I won't actually do, so... This is also like a mini online diary. xotwod
