Suicide
I never knew I'd think about it again
But now it's hitting hard
How will I do it?
What will I want done?
Would anyone care?
No to the last one.
I know it's a definite no.
Because my girlfriend will wonder why I'd been gone then find someone else.
My friends would eventually shrug their shoulders and move on to happier things
My teachers would think of it as one less person to remember pronouns for
My family would laugh.
Suicide
Oh jeez it's so easy
To take a blade and slice down my arm oh so slow
To tie a noose and put it on a ceiling fan
But I'm a pussy
See I love the thought of death and killing myself
But I don't want to die
So for now I'll wallow in this unending sorrow.
