thinking suicide like a hive mind has grown inside my left-side brain, crying tears of cyanide, begging for my life, wishing I had the will to change. i know it isn't right, i try to fight, i try to make the urges go away. my heart pleads to make it through the night, tells me drop the knife, yells to bargain for my stay. can't keep pushing through all of time, i know when the time is right, i'll fade. but for now i'll keep my hopes high, live tight and dry, and try to be okay.
