Its so simple. The act of dying. Its so easy too. Barley sliding a blade across your wrist. Or taking some pills. Maybe simply falling off a building. Or having a bullet slice through your skull. The thought of dying is like a forbidden apple, something you wish for but simply cant have. Unless you want serious consequences. I toe the line of dying every day. Barley staying alive. Walking through life numb. Im Just waiting for someone to save me