Every now and then
I'll press a knife to my throat
And count down from ten
Or I'll write a note
Only to tear it apart
To hide what I wrote
Although it's not smart
I will keep fantasizing
Ways to stop my heart
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
